Sometimes I'm disciplined, but I like to be a total slacker, too. I party hard, but I train hard.
Popcorn-can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can't mouse in.
Strange—we are always inhabiting more than one realm of existence—but they all fit in if the art is right.
I rose from marsh mud algae, equisetum, willows, sweet green, noisy birds and frogs.
What would they say if they knew I sit for two months on six lines of poetry?
Smile to see the lake lay the still sky And out for an easy make the dragonfly.
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk and condense No layoff from this condensery.
Abuse is an indirect species of homage.
Not that I regret saying what I believed to be the truth, but I regret anything that I might have written or spoken that could have been used in a way to help to foster that atmosphere out of which came the loss of life of Brother Malcolm.
I believe in nonfat. I gain two pounds when I eat a lamb chop.
Poor teaching leads to the inevitable idea that the subject (mathematics) is only adapted to peculiar minds, when it is the one universal science and the one whose four ground-rules are taught us almost in infancy and reappear in the motions to the universe.