Art is our chief means of breaking bread with the dead.

There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.

We all have these places where shy humiliations gambol on sunny afternoons.

Thou shalt not answer questionnaires Or quizzes upon world affairs, Nor with compliance Take any test. Thou shalt not sit with statisticians nor commit A social science.

A verbal art like poetry is reflective; it stops to think. Music is immediate, it goes on to become.

The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt, a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident.

Cats can be very funny, and have the oddest ways of showing they're glad to see you.