“One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.”

“I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~And climb black branches up a snow-white trunkToward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,But dipped its top and set me down again.That would be good both going and coming back.One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.”

“So was I once myself a swinger of birches.And so I dream of going back to be.”

“In A Glass of CiderIt seemed I was a mite of sedimentThat waited for the bottom to fermentSo I could catch a bubble in ascent.I rode up on one till the bubble burst,And when that left me to sink back reversedI was no worse off than I was at first.I'd catch another bubble if I waited.The thing was to get now and then elated.”

“The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition.”

“There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.”

“If it is with outer seriousness, it must be with inner humor. If it is with outer humor, it must be with inner seriousness. Neither one alone without the other under it will do.”