Beauty is that Medusa's head which men go armed to seek and sever, and dead will starve and sting forever.

There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.

That peculiar disease of intellectuals, that infatuation with ideas at the expense of experience, that compels experience to conform to bookish expectations.

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

A poem should not mean but be.

Democracy is never a thing done. Democracy is always something that a nation must be doing.

What is wrong is not the great discoveries of science—information is always better than ignorance, no matter what information or what ignorance. What is wrong is the belief behind the information, the belief that information will change the world. It won’t.