The very poor are strictly materialistic. It takes money to be a mystic.

Our big social institutions do not reflect human nature; they distort it.

There has never been a day in my life when I was not in love.

Poetry -- even bad poetry -- may be our final hope.

Of all the featherless beasts, only man, chained by his self-imposed slavery to the clock, denies the elemental fire and proceeds as best he can about his business, suffering quietly, martyr to his madness. Much to learn.

No tyranny is so irksome as petty tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and electromechanical gadgets.

One thing worse than self-hatred is chiggers.