What frightens me about America today is that in the large majority there is no active sense of the value of the individual: few citizens feel that they are the Republic, responsible for what happens. And when the individual in a democracy ceases to feel his importance, then there is grave danger that he will give over his freedom, if not to a Fascist State, then to the advertising men or Publicity Agents or to the newspaper he happens to read.

Light is snow sifted / To an abstraction.

Fire is a good companion for the mind.

Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed

True feeling justifies whatever it may cost.

When it comes to the important things one is always alone.

Your poems will happen when no one is there.