That peculiar disease of intellectuals, that infatuation with ideas at the expense — Archibald MacLeish
We have learned the answers, all the answers: it is the question that we do not know. — Archibald MacLeish
Wildness and silence disappeared from the countryside, sweetness fell from the air, — Archibald MacLeish
To separate journalism and poetry, therefore-history and poetry-to set them up at — Archibald MacLeish