Alike and ever alike, we are on all continents in the need of love, food, clothing, work, speech, worship, sleep, games, dancing, fun. From tropics to arctics humanity live with these needs so alike, so inexorably alike.

Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.

The scholars and poets of an earlier time can be read only with a dictionary to help.

Come on, you Do you want to live forever?

Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.

So I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them: Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.

Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock and soft as drifting fog, who holds in his heart and mind the paradox of terrible storm and peace unspeakable and perfect.