Every moment is precious. And precarious.

The ever-rising cost of living: Someday soon, the corporate technicians will be locking meters on our noses and charging us a royalty on the air we breathe.

Capitalism: Nothing so mean could be right. Greed is the ugliest of the capital sins.

A man's duty? To be ready -- with rifle or rood -- to defend his home when the showdown comes.

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 developers and entrepreneurs must somehow be taught a new vocabulary of values.

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