I think that one possible definition of our modern culture is that it is one in which nine-tenths of our intellectuals can't read any poetry.

The ways we miss our lives are life.

I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness - that darkness flung me - Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.

Except from the Americans—but every pearl has its oyster.

If we meet an honest and intelligent politician, a dozen, a hundred, we say they aren't like politicians at all, and our category of politicians stays unchanged; we know what politicians are like.

The climate of our culture is changing. Under these new rains, new suns, small things grow great, and what was great grows small; whole species disappear and are replaced.

I think that one possible definition of our modern culture is that it is one in which nine-tenths of our intellectuals can't read any poetry.