One cannot walk through an assembly factory and not feel that one is in Hell.

A daydream is a meal at which images are eaten. Some of us are gourmets, some gourmands, and a good many take their images precooked out of a can and swallow them down whole, absent-mindedly and with little relish.

To ask the hard question is simple.

Human beings are, necessarily, actors who...can be divided...into the sane who know they are acting and the mad who do not.

It's usually the stupid people that develop long illnesses. You need more than indolence and selfishness, you need endurance to make a good patient.

Out on the lawn I lie in bed, Vega conspicuous overhead.

What is a Professor of Poetry? How can poetry be professed?