I soon found out you can't change the world. The best you can do is to learn to live with it.

Real love is never perplexed, never qualifies, never rejects, never demands. It replenishes, by grace of restoring unlimited circulation. It burns, because it knows the true meaning of sacrifice. It is life illuminated.

Everybody says sex is obscene. The only true obscenity is war.

What I really hoped for, no doubt, was to come upon one of those lives which begin nowhere, which lead us through marshes and salt flats, trickling away, seemingly without plan, purpose or goal, and suddenly emerge, gushing like geysers, and never cease gushing, even in death.

Prayers are offered up daily - without charge... Refreshments are served when demanded.

The poem is the dream made flesh, in a two-fold sense: as work of art, and as life, which is a work of art.

The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts. An immense difference.