True humor springs not more from the head than from the heart. It is not contempt its essence is love. It issues not in laughter but in still smiles which lie far deeper.

The satirist shoots to kill while the humorist brings his prey back alive and eventually releases him again for another chance.

Humor brings insight and tolerance. Irony brings a deeper and less friendly understanding.

A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road.

Hope springs eternal even in politics.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is but always To be Blest.

By the time I got home at night my eyes were so chlorinated I saw rings around every light.

With fiction you can talk about plot character and narrative whereas a poem brings home the fact that everything that happens in a work of literature happens in terms of language. And this is daunting stuff to deal with.

Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.

I'm a firm believer that lighting affects mood and twinkly lights on strings bring something magical to occasions ranging from concerts to weddings though I'm fond of using them as year-round home decor. There's a reason why they're sometimes called fairy lights. When the night is right there aren't any strings at all.