The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.

Being a poet is one of the unhealthier jobs--no regular hours, so many temptations!

All my life I have lived and behaved very much like the sandpiper - just running down the edges of different countries and continents, 'looking for something'.

The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

If after I read a poem the world looks like that poem for 24 hours or so I'm sure it's a good one—and the same goes for paintings.

What one seems to want in art, in experiencing it, is the same thing that is necessary for its creation, a self-forgetful, perfectly useless concentration.

I am overcome by my own amazing sloth...Can you please forgive me and believe that it is really because I want to do something well that I don't do it at all?

Sometimes it seemsas though only intelligent people are stupid enough to fall in love & only stupid people are intelligent enough to let themselves be loved.

All the untidyactivity continues, awful but cheerful.

Democracy in the contemporary world demands, among other things, an educated and informed people.

Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?

When you give the love, you gain the heart.

Self-knowledge is power.

One of the most persistent yet elusive dreams of the Modern Movement in architecture has been prefabrication: industrially made structures that can be assembled at a building site.

Good laws are the offspring of bad actions.

Copying is the greatest form of flattery, I guess. I am actually a little surprised that Vincent Lo didn't try and make a deal to be on The Apprentice,.

I was disappointed if I didn't have a chance to win a game, and if I had the chance and didn't do it.

I made these Sierra trips, carrying only a sackful of bread with a little tea and sugar, and was thus independent and free.

It would cost Americans their jobs when they have to compete with millions of more [immigrants] for scarce jobs.

No owl is afraid of the night, no snake of the swamp and no traitor of the treason!

Woe to me if I do not preach the gospel.