prohibition makes you want to cry into your beer and denies you the beer to cry into

Poetry is what Milton saw when he went blind.

Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

Pity the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

We call our country home of the brave and land of the free, but it's not. We give a false portrayal of freedom. We're not free - if we were, we'd allow people …

I am certain that nothing has done so much to destroy the juridical safeguards of individual freedom as the striving after this mirage of social justice.

We can and must deter terror; we can and must conduct surveillance; we can and must find terror cells and plotters; and we need to fight them aggressively in t…