The Constitution Doesn't Mention Rain.

What Concerns Me Is That Man, Unable To Articulate, To Express Himself Adequately, Reverts To Action. Since The Vocabulary Of Action Is Limited, As It Were, To His Body, He Is Bound To Act Violently, Extending His Vocabulary With A Weapon Where There Should Have Been An Adjective.

A Language Is A More Ancient And Inevitable Thing Than Any State.

In America, A Metrical Poem Is Likely To Conjure Up The Idea Of The Sort Of Poet Who Wears Ties And Lunches At The Faculty Club. In Russia It Suggests The Moral Force Of An Art Practiced Against The Greatest Personal Odds, As A Discipline, Solitary And Intense.

I'm A Bad Jew, A Bad Russian, A Bad Everything.

On The Whole, Love Comes With The Speed Of Light; Separation, With That Of Sound.