Our claim to our own bodies and our world is our catastrophe.

Some books are undeservedly forgotten; none are undeservedly remembered.

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

You owe it to all of us all get on with what you're good at.

God may reduce you on Judgment Day to tears of shame, reciting by heart the poems you would have written, had your life been good.

The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods.

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.