We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.

I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.

Poetry is a projection across silence of cadences arranged to break that silence with definite intentions of echoes, syllables, wave lengths.

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.

There is only one man in the world and his name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and her name is All Women. There is only one child in the world and the child's name is All Children.

Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.

God, let me remember all good losers.