Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
The Third World is not a reality but an ideology.
An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man's entire existence.
Those who spend too fast never grow rich.
The country is provincial; it becomes ridiculous when it tries to ape Paris.
I seem to attract and be attracted to very willful, fascinating people.
Instead of the final judgement, what worries me is the final dream.
One of the deepest longings of the human soul is to be seen.
Too much is demanded by the critic, attempted by the poet.
Man is only miserable so far as he thinks himself so.
At Learning's fountain it is sweet to drink, But 'tis a nobler privilege to think.
Probably I chose immortality because mortality is a universal human obsession.
For every path you choose, there is another you must abandon, usually forever.
Macbeth is contending with the realities of this world, Hamlet with those of the next.
Habitats keep evolving new pageants of species, and we shouldn't interfere.
Teenagers are free verse walking around on two legs.
The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.
After all, it is not where one washes one's neck that counts but where one moistens one's throat.
A poet's cultural baggage and erudition can interfere with a poem.
Man cannot be uplifted; he must be seduced into virtue.
Blood will tell, but often it tells too much.
