Poets... Are Literal-minded Men Who Will Squeeze

The American Journey Has Not Ended. America Is Always Still To Build ... West Is A Country In The Mind, And So Eternal.

The Map Of America Is A Map Of Endlessness, Of Opening Out, Of Forever And Ever. No Man's Face Would Make You Think Of It But His Hope Might, His Courage Might.

The Infantile Cowardice Of Our Time Which Demands An External Pattern, A Nonhuman Authority.

Races Didn't Bother The Americans. They Were Something A Lot Better Than Any Race. They Were A People. They Were The First Self-constituted, Self-declared, Self-created People In The History Of The World.

If The Art Of Poetry Is?the Art Of Making Sense Of The Chaos Of Human Experience, It's Not A Bad Thing To See A Lot Of Chaos.