By the deficits we may know the talents, by the exceptions we may know the rules, by studying patholgoy we may construct a model of health.

It's your eyes, I think. They promise something kind. Heaven help the world should you ever turn dark. You would send Satan himself scrambling.

Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig.

Slowly I swam up from the bottom of a black sleep.

My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.

Profound thought is conveyed in language of very great simplicity and purity.

My honor is my loyalty.

Every individual or national degeneration is immediately revealed by a directly proportional degradation in language.

Being president of the University of California is like being manager of a cemetery: there are many people under you, but no one is listening

Those of us who make up poems have agreed not to say what the pain is.

Unhappy is the man, though he rule the world, who doesn't consider himself supremely blessed.