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

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

What you really have to know is one: yourself. And the only way you can know that one is in the mirror of the others. And the only way you can see into the mirror of the others is by love or its opposite—by profound emotion. Certainly not by curiosity—by dancing around asking, looking, making notes. You have to live relationships to know.

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

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

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

A poem should not mean but be.