Everything mortal has moments immortal

Don’t ask a writer what he’s working on. It’s like asking someone with cancer on the progress of his disease.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented.

This is America, This vast, confused beauty, This staring, restless speed of loveliness, Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms, Making grandeur out of profusion, Afraid of no incongruities, Sublime in its audacity, Bizarre breaker of moulds.

Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.

A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men.