"The ways we miss our lives are life."

"Death and the devil, what are these to him? His being accuses him — and yet his face is firm In resolution, in absolu…"

"For this last savior, man, I have lied as I lie now. But what is lying? Men wash their hands in blood, as best they c…"

"The soul has no assignments, neither cooks Nor referees: it wastes its time. It wastes its time. Here in this enclave…"

"Somewhere there must be Something that's different from everything. All that I've never thought of — think of me!"

"His eye a ring inside a ring inside a ring That leers up, joyless, vile, in meek obscenity — This is the devil. Flesh…"

"It is G.E. Moore at the spinet."

"From my mother's sleep I fell into the State, And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth,…"

"We read our mail and counted up our missions — In bombers named for girls, we burned The cities we had learned about …"

"When I was asked to talk about the Obscurity of the Modern Poet I was delighted, for I have suffered from this obscur…"