Life is too short for grief. Or regret. Or bullshit.

There are two kinds of people I cannot abide: bigots and any well-organized ethnic group.

God bless America. Let's try to save some of it.

A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.

Those art lovers who pride themselves mostly on *taste* usually possess no other talent.

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.

Mental degeneracy may be caused by lead poisoning. Or by a poor dip in the gene pool.