Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition.

Poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn.

Poetry: the best words in the best order.

Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas nerved and blooded with emotions all held together by the delicate tough skin of words.

One merit of poetry few persons will deny: it says more and in fewer words than prose.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

True there has been more talk of peace since 1945 than I should think at any other time in history. At least we hear more and read more about it because man's words for good or ill can now so easily reach the millions.

Put a bridle on thy tongue set a guard before thy lips lest the words of thine own mouth destroy thy peace... on much speaking cometh repentance but in silence is safety.

As this long and difficult war ends I would like to address a few special words to the American people: Your steadfastness in supporting our insistence on peace with honor has made peace with honor possible.

Better than a thousand hollow words is one word that brings peace.