Here society is reduced to its original elements, the whole fabric of art and conventionality is struck rudely to pieces, and men find themselves suddenly brought back to the wants and resources of their original natures.
The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.
The idea that Hillary Clinton wants to do to Central America what her husband did to Colombia is troubling.
A god implants in mortal guilt whenever he wants utterly to confound a house.
I think what gets a poem going is an initiating line. Sometimes a first line will occur, and it goes nowhere; but other times – and this, I think, is a sense you develop – I can tell that the line wants to continue.
Fame is a dangerous thing. It’s what the post-industrial society wants. They want fame and many followers on Twitter. But to really make the world understandable, that challenge is remaining.
For death is not the worst, but when one wants to die and is not able even to have that.
A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants.
The Indian knew how to live without wants, to suffer without complaint, and to die singing.
A state arises, as I conceive, out of the needs of mankind; no one is self-sufficing, but all of us have many wants.