The perversion of the mind is only possible when those who should be heard in its defense are silent — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
Never in all their history have men been able truly to conceive of the world as one: a single sphere, a globe, having the… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
How shall freedom be defended? By arms when it is attacked by arms, by truth when it is attacked by lies, by faith when… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
Around, around the sun we go: The moon goes round the earth. We do not die of death: We die of vertigo. — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
What you really have to know is one: yourself. And the only way you can know that one is in the mirror of the… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
Poets... are literal-minded men who will squeeze a word till it hurts. — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
“American foreign policy was a mirror image of Russian foreign policy: whatever the Russians did, we did in reverse. American domestic policies were conducted… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
To separate journalism and poetry, therefore-history and poetry-to set them up at opposite ends of the world of discourse, is to separate seeing from… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
You burned the city of London in our houses and we felt the flames. — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
The infantile cowardice of our time which demands an external pattern, a nonhuman authority. — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
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,… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
Young poets are advised by their elders to avoid the practice of journalism as they would wet socks and gin before breakfast. — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
There are those, I know, who will reply that the liberation of humanity, the freedom of man and mind, is nothing but a dream.… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
“What is freedom? Freedom is the right to choose: the right to create for oneself the alternatives of choice. Without the possibility of choice… — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
What once was cuddled must learn to kiss The cold wonn's mouth. That's all the mystery. — Archibald MacLeish Copy Share Image
