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

Around, around the sun we go: The moon goes round the earth. We do not die of death: We die of vertigo.

What once was cuddled must learn to kiss The cold wonn's mouth. That's all the mystery.

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

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

Man can live his truth, his deepest truth, but cannot speak it.

Spring has many American faces. There are cities where it will come and go in a day and counties where it hangs around and never quite gets there. Summer is drawn blinds in Louisiana, long winds in Wyoming, shade of elms and maples in New England.