I'M a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone;
I'm a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own;
I'm a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;
I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep.
I'll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet,	5
A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat,
Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate,
But shut door, and sharp stone, and cuff and kick, and hate.
Not for me the other dogs, running by my side,
Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.	10
O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,
Wide wind, and wild stars, and hunger of the quest!

A poem should not mean
But be.

When hungry, eat your rice; when tired, close your eyes. Wise men may laugh at me, but fools will know what I mean.

Men argue, Nature acts.

La mejor salsa del mundo es el hambre

The supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play.

Women speak because they wish to speak, whereas a man speaks only when driven to speech by something outside himself - like for instance, when he can't find any clean socks.