Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.

I dwell in a lonely house I know That vanished many a summer ago.

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.

A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone.

The strongest and most effective force in guaranteeing the long-term maintenance of power is not violence in all the forms deployed by the dominant to control the dominated, but consent in all the forms in which the dominated acquiesce in their own domination.