Business Today Consists In Persuading Crowds.

We See The Light But See Not Whence It Comes. O Light Invisible, We Glorify Thee!

Not Only Every Great Poet, But Every Genuine, But Lesser Poet, Fulfils Once For All Some Possibility Of Language, And So Leaves One Possibility Less For His Successors.

The Nobel Is A Ticket To One's Own Funeral. No One Has Ever Done Anything After He Got It.

Each Venture Is A New Beginning, A Raid On The Inarticulate With Shabby Equipment Always Deteriorating In The General Mess Of Imprecision Of Feeling.

I Said To My Soul, Be Still, And Let The Dark Come Upon You Which Shall Be The Darkness Of God. . . . So The Darkness Shall Be The Light, And The Stillness The Dancing.