A man who lives, not by what he loves but what he hates, is a sick man.

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

The dissenter is every human being at those moments of his life when he resigns momentarily from the herd and thinks for himself.

It is not in the world of ideas that life is lived. Life is lived for better or worse in life, and to a man in life, his life can be no more absurd than it can be the opposite of absurd, whatever that opposite may 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.

If you commit yourself to the art of poetry, you commit yourself to the task of learning how to see, using words as elements of sight and their sounds as prisms. And to see means to see something worth all the agony of learning how to see.

Democracy is never a thing done. Democracy is always something that a nation must be doing. What is necessary now is one thing and one thing only, that democracy become again democracy in action, not democracy accomplished and piled up in goods and gold.