As long as people will shed the blood of innocent creatures there can be no peace, no liberty, no harmony between people. Slaughter and justice cannot dwell together.

It seems that the analysis of character is the highest human entertainment. And literature does it, unlike gossip, without mentioning names.

No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world, but it is only once removed from the true world.

The New England conscience doesn't keep you from doing what you shouldn't - it just keeps you from enjoying it.

While the poet entertains he continues to search for eternal truths, for the essence of being. In his own fashion he tries to solve the riddle of time and change, to find an answer to suffering, to reveal love in the very abyss of cruelty and injustice. Strange as these words may sound I often play with the idea that when all the social theories collapse and wars and revolutions leave humanity in utter gloom, the poet--whom Plato banned from his Republic--may rise up to save us all.

All is foreseen but the choice is given.

There will be no justice as long as man will stand with a knife or with a gun and destroy those who are weaker than he is.