When one has the right swing and enthusiasm, selling is not unlike hunting, a veritable sport. To scare up the game by preliminary talk and to know h….

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the u….

In the average newspaper there is not a complete suppression of stories that the sacred cows don't want printed. But rather what happens is that the ….

Men of ideas vanish when freedom vanishes..

Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against….

Rest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word..

Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost..

Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables..

I've written some poetry I don't understand myself..

It is the business of little minds to shrink..

One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude..

I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth..

A tree is best measured when it is down - and so it is with people..

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work- I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg. A….

The people will live on.The learning and blundering people will live on..

Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leav….

I took to wearing a black tie known as the Ascot, with long drooping ends. I had seen pictures of painters, sculptors, poets, wearing this style of t….

Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock and soft as drifting fog, who holds….

Tongues wrangled dark at a man. He buttoned his overcoat and stood alone. In a snowstorm, red hollyberries, thoughts, he stood alone..

The people know what the land knows..

Time says hush: by the gong of time you live. Listen and you hear time saying you were silent long before you came to life and you will again be sile….