I like a quiet life.
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.
Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
Innumerable confusions and a feeling of despair invariably emerge in periods of great technological and cultural transition.
For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.
Madison Avenue is a very powerful aggression against private consciousness. A demand that you yield your private consciousness to public manipulation.
I always tell students that writing a poem and publishing it are two quite separate things, and you should write what you have to write, and if you’re afraid it’s going to upset someone, don’t publish it.
Darkness is to space what silence is to sound, i.e., the interval.
A point of view can be a dangerous luxury when substituted for insight and understanding.
One of the effects of living with electric information is that we live habitually in a state of information overload. There’s always more than you can cope with.