The infantile cowardice of our time which demands an external pattern, a nonhuman authority.

Freedom is the right to one's dignity as a man.

Wildness and silence disappeared from the countryside, sweetness fell from the air, not because anyone wished them to vanish or fall but because throughways had to floor the meadows with cement to carry the automobiles which advancing technology produced. Tropical beaches turned into high-priced slums where thousand-room hotels elbowed each other for glimpses of once-famous surf not because those who loved the beaches wanted them there but because enormous jets could bring a million tourists every year - and therefore did.

A poem should not mean but be.

The only thing about a man that is a man . . . is his mind. Everything else you can find in a pig or a horse.

Piety's hard enough to take among the poor who have to practice it. A rich man's piety stinks. It's insufferable.

You burned the city of London in our houses and we felt the flames.