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?

I suppose our capacity for self-delusion is boundless.

The trash and litter of nature disappears into the ground with the passing of each year, but man's litter has more permanence.

The free exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.

Socialism never took root in America.

The comfortable people in tight houses felt pity at first, and then distaste, and finally hatred for the migrant people.

The people say that the two seemed to be removed from human experience; that they had gone through pain and had come out on the other side.