Art Is Anything People Do With Distinction.

Reason To Rule, Mercy To Forgive: The First Is Law, The Last Prerogative.

In A Poem, The Words Happen; They Just Come. I Let Them. Otherwise, I Wouldn't Write. To Interfere With What Is Happening Is To Distort The Poem. Just A Very Small Degree Of Intelligence And Supervision Is Necessary. Very Tactful. Any Revision Later That Violates The Text As It Came, That Begins Rewriting The Words, Is Fake.

There Is No Original Sin. It's All Been Done Before.

A Good Reputation Is Better Than Fame.

The Twentieth Century Had A Wonderful Capacity For Seeing Nothing As The Sum Of Everything.