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.

Books are not men and yet they are alive.

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.

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

Dreaming men are haunted men.

Grant us brotherhood, not only for this day but for all our years - a brotherhood not of words but of acts and deeds.

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