There is no end to grief. Nor no end to poetry.

Poetry is important. No less than science, it seeks a hold upon reality, and the closeness of its approach is the test of its success.

Poetry is the fiery index to the genius of the age.

How to sustain the miracle Of being, that like a muted bell, Or like some ocean-breathing shell, Quivers, intense and still?

Music proposes. Sound disposes.

History Coming too close Is monstrous, like a doll That is alive and bigger than the child Who tries to hold it.

The poet, like the lover, is a person unable to reconcile what he knows with what he feels. His peculiarity is that he is under a certain compulsion to do so.

Who, except the poets, reads poetry?

We are writing in the age of stylish minimalism that in truth has become even more cautious because of word processing. Nowadays, creative writing students are underwriting rather than overdoing it.

The place where music and worship meet is like a divine mystery of sorts.

The truth was, she found it hard to look at the man. It was like gazing at the sun.

Counterfeit tolerance includes the opportunism of one who seeks, or accepts, tolerance for himself, as a minority, but who would deny it to others if ever he should be in a position to grant it.

Anarchism...stands for direct action, the open defiance of, and resistance to, all laws and restrictions, economic, social, and moral.

All of physics is either impossible or trivial. It is impossible until you understand it, and then it becomes trivial.

An extended school day gives administrators the ability to ensure children get a well-rounded education.

Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.

In truth, ayahuasca is the television of the forest.

If I had wanted only to make lots of money, I would have chosen a different profession.