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.

Dreaming men are haunted men.

I've been reading a lot lately about Indian captives. One woman who had been captured by the Indians and made a squaw was resentful when she was rescued because she'd found that there was a lot more work to do as the wife of a white man.

Whatever poetry that was in me was coming out in the form of constructing art books!

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

Technology will never rescue anyone from being a bad poet, but if you're good, it has the potential to do a lot of exciting things.

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