Scientist alone is true poet.

It's very much related to the American tycoon. To William Randolph Hearst, Vanderbilt, Rockefeller, that whole stratum of American acquisitive evil. Monopolistic, acquisitive evil. Ugly evil. The ugly American. The ugly American at his ugly worst. That's exactly what it is.

The suffering itself is not so bad; it's the resentment against suffering that is the real pain.

I'm an old man now, and a lonesome man in Kansas / but not afraid / to speak my lonesomeness in a car, / because not only my lonesomeness / it's Ours, all over America, / O tender fellows --/ & spoken lonesomeness is Prophecy / in the moon 100 years ago or in / the middle of Kansas now.

I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.

America, why are your libraries full of tears?

I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I'll never be sane.