What a misfortune to be a woman! And yet, the worst misfortune is not to understand what a misfortune it is.
Earth has waited for them, All the time of their growth Fretting for their decay: Now she has them at last.
I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up, but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new conditions of this life, and it will all refine itself into poetry later on.
The darkness crumbles away It is the same old druid Time as ever.
Nobody ever told me what to read, or ever put poetry in my way
Poetical appreciation is only newly bursting on me.
I never joined the army for patriotic reasons.
No one person controls Microsoft. The board and the shareholders decide whether they want to have me as CEO.
Sentiment is the poetry of the imagination.
David [Halberstam] kept on doing what he did because he loved it. One of the obituaries I read quoted him as saying that he did journalism for the same reason the great Julius Irving did basketball: He loved doing it even when he was having a bad day.
To vilify a great man is the readiest way in which a little man can himself attain greatness.