A child without an acquaintance of some kind with a classic of literature ... suffers from that impoverishment for the rest of his life. No later intimacy is like that of the first.

To hear that your neighbor was worse off than yourself was not an altogether unpleasant experience.

The old faiths light their candles all about, but burly Truth comes by and puts them out.

For poetry, more than any other art, except music, has a compelling hold upon the spiritual side of life.

The sun pours out like wine.

Glad that I live am I; That the sky is blue; Glad for the country lanes, And the fall of dew.

I wonder at the idleness of tears.

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary, imperial joy and sorrow of human existence, the dreamed as well as the lived—what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?

Have you noticed how just trying to impose any sort of chronology on events makes it seem as though a lot of time has been occupied?

Reality, no matter how utopian, seems to be something people need to frequently take a holiday from.

It's always nice to get good feedback, and a bit of encouragement can go a long way.

In America, any man who is not a reactionary in his views is open to the charge of alliance with the Red hell.

Well, you know, whats so exciting, is that it was a really telling campaign as well. Whenever we start looking at the differences, they could never be more clear.

I don't want it to appear that I'm standing up and saying I'm the expected one. That's a dangerous, ego-driven kind of thing.

I got really involved in science research and the science of meditation.

I think the '60s were an extraordinary time. I feel bad for the kids today who missed this wonderful confluence, which was simultaneously a confluence of the global and the mythological.

Thus her whole identity hangs in the balance of her love life. She is allowed to love herself only if a man finds her worthy of love.