Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.

Poetry is a mock of a cry at finding a million dollars and a mock of a laugh at losing it.

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

The machine yes the machine never wastes anybody's time never watches the foreman never talks back.

My first stringed instrument was a cigar box banjo where I cut and turned the pegs and strung the wires myself.

It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going?'...If one is not careful, one allows diversions to take up one's time-the stuff of life

Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.