Poetry seems especially like nothing else so much as itself. Poetry is not like, it is the very lining of the inner life.

Poetry is the language of intensity. Because we are going to die, an expression of intensity is justified.

The artistic reward for refuting the received national tradition is liberation. The price is homelessness. Interior exile.

I am suggesting that the radical of poetry lies not in theresolution of doubts but in their proliferation

Life is too short to be miserable for 40+ hours a week.

My dad grew up with an avocado tree in his backyard. My entire family, my wife and daughters, they love avocado. I may well be allergic. It makes me physically sick.

My success wasn't so much due to intelligence, but the fact that I stuck with problems longer.

So much saintlike patience cannot be good for anyone.

People want to see something that shows them you can do what you say. That's the trick.

Nature is rarely allowed to enter the sacred portals of civilized society.

If good people would but make goodness agreeable, and smile instead of frowning in their virtue, how many they would win to the good cause.

Great necessity elevates man, petty necessity casts him down

The current market ecosystem is not sustainable, and significant changes are coming one way or another.

The unread is always better than the unreadable.