I don't see how poetry can ever be easy... Real poetry, the thick, dense, intense, complicated stuff that lives and endures, requires blood sweat; blood and sweat are essential elements in poetry as well as behind it.

The world of employer and employee, like that of master and slave, debases both.

The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders.

Metaphysics is a cobweb that the mind weaves around things.

The industrial corporation is the natural enemy of nature.

A critic is to an author as a fungus to an oak.

There is a deep, abiding, unshakable satisfaction in a life of complete failure.