Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee, and I'll forgive Thy great big joke on me.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some say when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on, I shall have less to say, But I shall be none.

The question that he frames in all but words is what to make of a diminished thing.

How many times it thundered before Franklin took the hint! How many apples fell on Newton's head before he took the hint! Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

The footpath down to the well is healed.