If there were no such creatures as minstrel-maidens, it would be necessary to invent them.

Human interactions, stimulated as they are by disequilibrium, never achieve balance. In even the most favorable transaction, one party whether he realizes it or not must always come out the worse.

Of all questions, why? is the least pertinent. It begs the question; it assumes the larger part of its own response; to wit, that a sensible response exists.

Freedom, privileges, options, must constantly be exercised, even at the risk of inconvenience.

Good music always defeats bad luck

But I've sure worked at jobs where I have been under inspection.

While we are alive we should sit among colored lights and taste good wines, and discuss our adventures in far places; when we are dead, the opportunity is past.

What is an evil man? The man is evil who coerces obedience to his private ends, destroys beauty, produces pain, extinguishes life.

A barbarian is not aware that he is a barbarian.

I understand the gist of your speculation,' said Rhialto. 'It is most likely nuncupatory.

I was a carpenter for a time and everybody watches what you do.

When hatred judges, the verdict is just guilty.

I will follow anyone... and remind everyone... that their fear is genuine.

Drinking the energy of the universeBreathing along with the CosmosWith each breathI am rebornInto a brand new existence.

When I was 23 I started writing for I'm Sorry I'll Read That Again and was paid three guineas for every minute's airtime.

For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.

We're in a time now where technology is such that we can create anything, and that's what's new about television and film these days.

The soul that has no established aim loses itself

I tell my students to think of poems as language plus, language with value added beyond its everyday use.

If the critics were always right we should be in deep trouble.

I don't do much of anything consciously in writing - in poetry writing, anyway, prose usually being a different matter, of course.