The ideal audience the poet imagines consists of the beautiful who go to bed with him, the powerful who invite him to dinner and tell him secrets of state, and his fellow-poets. The actual audience he gets consists of myopic schoolteachers, pimply young men who eat in cafeterias, and his fellow-poets. This means, in fact, he writes for his fellow-poets.

Even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot Where the dogs go on with their doggy life

Politics cannot be a science, because in politics theory and practice cannot be separated, and the sciences depend upon their separation.

To discover how to be human now is the reason we follow this star.

God bless the USA, so large, so friendly, and so rich.

All the rest is silence On the other side of the wall, And the silence ripeness, And the ripeness all.

I'll love you, dear, I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street.