Once I planned to write a book of poems entirely about the things in my pocket. But I found it would be too long; and the age of the great epics is past.

One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak.

The perplexity of life arises from there being too many interesting things in it for us to be interested properly in any of them.

I've searched all the parks in all the cities and found no statues of committees.

Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.

What affects men sharply about a foreign nation is not so much finding or not finding familiar things; it is rather not finding them in the familiar place.