How has the human spirit ever survived the terrific literature with which it has had to contend?

True villains are extremely photogenic.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

The imagination is one of the forces of nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after.

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem.

In the end, all you want is someone to long for you when it comes time to put you in the ground.

If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace.

Not fault of teaching spider if little spider pay more attention to catching fly than doing lesson.

Awareness is a flashlight that gives us a choice.

We live in the kind of society where, in almost all cases, hard work is rewarded.

We tend to think of the erotic as an easy, tantalizing sexual arousal. I speak of the erotic as the deepest life force, a force which moves us toward living in a fundamental way.

When you have kids, you start thinking about their future and you forget about yours.

Conservation is the application of common sense to the common problems for the common good.

It's like, 'You're not allowed to change. That's not fair. We like you like this.' But I don't. So let me expand and express myself.

When I was out in the bars drinking and fighting I was a little bit less of a peacemaker than I would be if I'd had a coupla hits of a joint and gone and laid down somewhere.