I can well conceive a man without hands, feet, head. But I cannot conceive man without thought; he would be a stone or a brute.
Everybody hates a prodigy, detests an old head on young shoulders.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
I head a nation of a million presidents.
I demand that my books be judged with utmost severity, by knowledgeable people who know the rules of grammar and of logic, and who will seek beneath the footsteps of my commas the lice of my thought in the head of my style.
The revolution that takes place in your head, nobody will ever see that.
I don’t know that we really think any thoughts; we think connections between thoughts. That’s where the mind moves, that’s what’s new, and the thoughts themselves have probably been there in my head or lots of other people’s heads for a long time.
Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet’s abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
What the heart knows today the head will understand tomorrow.
When you come from the working class and you do well enough whereby you can provide a little bit better for your family, get a decent roof over their head and send them to a good school, that’s considered a good thing.