If two New Hampshiremen aren't a match for the devil, we might as well give the country back to the Indians.

When I was in graduate school, my thesis included both poetry and essays. Influenced by the personal essays of James Baldwin and Norman Mailer, I loved the form, but pretty much stopped.

One cannot balance tragedy in the scales Unless one weighs it with the tragic heart.

Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, a planet unvexxed by war, untroubled by hunger or fear, undivided by senseless distinctions of race, color or theory.

I am tired of loving a foreign muse.

Books are not men and yet they are alive. They are man's memory and his aspiration, the link between his present and his past, the tools he builds with.

I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat.