Once in a while, I'm standing here, doing something. And I think, "What in the world am I doing here?" It's a big surprise.-- A Confession (May 16, 2001, interview with the New York Times), from Hart Seely's piece on Slate, "The Poetry of D.H. Rumsfeld,"
... Let me have no friends or companions But a wine-flask and a book, That I may avoid all association With the deceitful denizens of the world. If I lift my skirt above the dust of the world I shall tower above all in total independence, Like a lofty cypress...-- excerpted from The Ghazals of Hafiz, works of the great 14th century Persian poet, translated by A.J Alston.