Winter is not an end. It is in transit. It is headed to bankruptcy. The sheriff will sell its stock for what he can get and an ice man will be the only bidder at the sale.

Winter's notion of poetry is tragedy. It knows nothing of comedy. Its laughter was frozen on its lips long ago.

Winter is ruthless and sometimes sullen and murderous. The wild winter North has gulped ten thousand summers down nor left a froth of sunshine on its lips.

If you say there is no such thing as morality in absolute terms, then child abuse is not evil, it just may not happen to be your thing.

We should so provide for old age that it may have no urgent wants of this world to absorb it from meditation on the next. It is awful to see the lean hands of dotage making a coffer of the grave.

I'm not in Wall Street for my health.

It has become more acceptable to describe yourself as a conservative, but not everyone who uses that term about themselves really is truly conservative.

Imagine all the people living life in peace.

The only thing worth having in an earthly existence is a sense of humor.

I certainly can't speak for all cultures or all societies, but it's clear that in America, poetry serves a very marginal purpose. It's not part of the cultural mainstream.

I'm so mean I make medicine sick!

If God doesn't want something for me, I shouldn't want it either. Spending time in meditative prayer, getting to know God, helps align my desires with God's.

If virtue precede us every step will be safe.