Comparisons of one's lot with others' teaches us nothing and enfeebles the will.
I would love to be the poet laureate of Coney Island.
The public for which masterpieces are intended is not of this earth.
An incinerator is a writer's best friend.
Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it -- every, every minute?
It is very necessary to have markers of beauty left in a world seemingly bent on making the most evil ugliness.