It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater.

What power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is it otherwise?

Poets are being pursued by the philosophers today, out of the poverty of philosophy. God damn it, you might think a man had no business to be writing, to be a poet unless some philosophic stinker gave him permission.

No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old clothes - a few books perhaps.

I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.

A new world is only a new mind.

The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of