I am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man, Stuffed with the stuff that is course, and stuffed with the stuff that is fine.

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

When one reaches out to help another he touches the face of God.

Under the specious pretext of effecting 'the happiness of the whole community,' nearly all the wrongs and intrusions of government has been carried through.

Everybody is writing, writing, writing - worst of all, writing poetry. It'd be better if the whole tribe of the scribblers - every damned one of us - were sent off somewhere with tool chests to do some honest work.

Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose.

I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.