Don't Waste Your Time Striving For Perfection;

Autograph-hunting Is The Most Unattractive Manifestation Of Sex-starved Curiosity.

In Spite Of A Heavy Disguise, A Few Days' Growth On My Face, Dark Glasses, A Beret And One Of William's Jackets That Fitted Me Not At All, As I Emerged From A Hotel In Lecce, A Young Fisherman Pointed Me Out To His Friends And Said "lavrenche Olivaire." It Was Not All That Amazing; If You're Not Known In Italy, You're Not Known Anywhere.

The Humility To Prepare And The Self-confidence To Bring It Off.

In The Great Wealth, The Great Firmament Of Your Nation's Generosities This Particular Choice May Perhaps Be Found By Future Generations As A Trifle Eccentric, But The Mere Fact Of It . . . The Prodigal, Pure, Human Kindness Of It . . . Must Be Seen As A Beautiful Star In That Firmament Which Shines Upon Me At This Moment, Dazzling Me A Little, But Filling Me With Warmth Of The Extraordinary Elation, The Euphoria That Happens To So Many Of Us At The First Breath Of The Majestic Glow Of A New Tomorrow.

I'd Like People To Remember Me For A Diligent Expert Workman. I Think A Poet Is A Workman. I Think Shakespeare Was A Workman. And God's A Workman. I Don't Think There's Anything Better Than A Workman.