“E andando nel sole che abbagliasentire con triste meravigliacom' tutta la vita e il suo travaglioin questo seguitare una muragliache ha in cima cocci aguzzi di bottiglia.”

“No writer in our time has been more isolated than Kafka, and yet few have achieved communication as well as he did.”

“Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.”

“Slowly poetry becomes visual because it paints images, but it is also musical: it unites two arts into one.”

“I have been judged to be a pessimist but what abyss of ignorance and low egoism is not hidden in one who thinks that Man is the god of himself and that his future can only be triumphant?”

“Im not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. Ive seen a chunk of the universe, true, but theres still so much more to see. I doubt Ill ever cure t...”

“My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.”

“Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmonious...”