Everything seems an echo of something else.

I don't expect you'll hear me writing any poems to the greater glory of Ronald and Nancy Reagan.

There is no country but the heart.

The past is always a rebuke to the present.

A look at the past reminds us of how great is the distance, and how short, over which we have come. The past makes us ask what we have done with us. It makes us ask whether our very achievements are not ironical counterpoint and contrast to our fundamental failures.

I reckon I am a smart aleck, but it is just a way to pass the time.

Everything seems an echo of something else.