I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.
Isn’t it amazing the way the future succeeds in creating an appropriate past?
The immediate future is going to be tragic for all of us unless we find a way of making the vast educational resources of this country serve the true purpose of education, truth and justice.
Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be.
Children enjoy the present because they have neither a past nor a future.
Every one rushes elsewhere and into the future, because no one wants to face one’s own inner self.
My focus is on the reader and that the poet’s job is not to inspire himself or herself. The poet’s job is to inspire some future reader.
Poetry is often the art of overhearing yourself say things you didn’t know you knew. It is a learned skill to force yourself to articulate your life, your present world or your possibilities for the future.
The future, like everything else, is not what it used to be.
I had to make my history quick because there would be no future, merely a gossamer world blown about on the zeitgeist, till zeitgeist, the wind of the times, is blasted away by kamikaze, the wind of God.