Truth is a hard deer to hunt. If you eat too much truth at once, you might die of the truth.

When Daniel Boone goes by at night The phantom deer arise And all lost, wild America Is burning in their eyes.

Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.

Honesty is as rare as a man without self-pity.

When my own writing needs a perk, I open Zukofsky and read from "A" - particularly sections "22" and "23." It can be opaque, but I love the intensity.

I had lost something in my youth and made money instead.

Grant us a common faith that we shall know bread and peace-that we shall know justice and righteousness, freedom and security, an equal opportunity and an equal chance to do our best not only in our own lands, but throughout the world. And in that faith let us march toward the clean world our hands can make.