While confronting the problems of the present, I often find myself thinking back to the world of books as it was experienced by the Founding Fathers and the philosophers of the Enlightenment.
As often happens during a war, some parts of the country prospered, notwithstanding the constant loss.
Pigeon racing is a lousy, greedy, and often unlawful activity. One thing that it is not is kind to birds.
One often has need of one, inferior to himself.
Today’s practicality is often no more than the accepted form of yesterday’s theory.
My parents often wondered why I would grow so indignant at the falsification and exploitation of the Nazi genocide. The most obvious answer is that it has been used to justify criminal policies of the Israeli state and U.S. support for these policies.
Students often have such a lofty idea of what a poem is, and I want them to realize that their own lives are where the poetry comes from. The most important things are to respect the language; to know the classical rules, even if only to break them; and to be prepared to edit, to revise, to shape.
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.
One said of suicide, As long as one has brains one should not blow them out. And another answered, But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.
I often feel, and ever more deeply I realize, that fate and character are the same conception.