How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?

The clouds appeared and went away, and in a while they did not try anymore.

The land is so much more than its analysis.

The literature of science is filled with answers found when the question propounded had an entirely different direction and end.

I have never smuggled anything in my life. Why, then, do I feel an uneasy sense of guilt on approaching a customs barrier?

The theater is the only institution in the world which has been dying for four thousand years and has never succumbed. It requires tough and devoted people to keep it alive.

Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.