I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.

Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay.

Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet a number for.

What if they gave a war and nobody came?

Beware of advice-even this.

I have often wondered what it is an old building can do to you when you happen to know a little about things that went on long ago in that building.

A politician should have three hats. One for throwing into the ring, one for talking through, and one for pulling rabbits out of if elected.