The times are squalid. They always were. It is a poet's duty to hold the line.

Sooner or later we must absorb Islam if our own culture is not to die of anemia.

Always carry a corkscrew and the wine shall provide itself.

Men are fools to invest in real estate.

Compose aloud: poetry is a sound. Never explain- your reader is as smart as you. Your reader is not just any reader, but is the rare one with ears in his head.

Can a moment of madness make up for an age of consent?

But their determination to banish fools foundered ultimately in the installation of absolute idiots.

To appreciate present conditions, collate them with those of antiquity.

Our doom is, to be sifted by the wind, heaped up, smoothed down like silly sands. We are less permanent than thought.

Name and date split in soft slate a few months obliterate. 166

Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her home, workshop, larder, middenpit. Her lousy skin scabbed here and there by cities provides us with name and nation.

From the moment we are born, we begin to die.

Unfortunately in this world of ours, each person views things through a certain medium, which prevents his seeing them in the same light as others…

Picasso obviously viewed his art as a business, which it was. I view my business as an art, which it is.

The laws of the Universe are responding to me.

Each generation's job is to question what parents accept on faith, to explore possibilities, and adapt the last generation's system of values for a new age.

I always act better when I'm able to curse.

Rappers are in danger Who will use wits to be a remainder?

Grave-stones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while families last not three oaks.

Showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one by one the singing-birds come back.