We are difficult. Human beings are difficult. We’re difficult to ourselves, we’re difficult to each other.

Public toilets have a duty to be accessible, poetry does not.

September fattens on vines. Roses flake from the wall. The smoke of harmless fires drifts to my eyes. This is plenty. This is more than enough.

Autumn resumes the land, ruffles the woods with smoky wings, entangles them.

Thus I grind to conclusion.

As estimated, you died. Things marched, sufficient, to that end. Just so much Zyklon and leather, patented terror, so many routine cries.

Platonic England, house of solitudes, rests in its laurels and its injured stone

Dig -- the mostly uncouth -- language of grace.

Evil is not good's absence but gravity'severlasting bedrock and its fatal chainsinert, violent, the suffrage of our days.

Who now would thrust enquiry on / Beyond necessity of desire?

Social justice cannot be attained by violence. Violence kills what it intends to create.

Friendship and sentiment and the giving of one's words are very important.

A sign to me is a one-liner, a symbol is very complex and my house is a series of symbols.

One of the best means for arousing the wish to work on yourself is to realize that you may die at any moment. But first you must learn how to keep it in mind.

If you continually ask yourself, "What's important now?", you won't waste time on the trivial.

There are many causes I would die for. There is not a single cause I would kill for.

When I go fishing I like to know that there's nobody within five miles of me.

Good bye, proud world! I'm going home; Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine

In the strange heat all litigation brings to bear on things, the very process of litigation fosters the most profound misunderstandings in the world.

Cherish that which is in you and shut out that which is without, for much knowledge is a curse.