My mind may be American but my heart is British.

If we are moved by a poem, it has meant something, perhaps something important, to us; if we are not moved, then it is, as poetry, meaningless.

If you will not have God (and He is a jealous God), you should pay your respects to Hitler or Stalin.

In the mountains, there you feel free.

If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.

Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.

There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.