Freedom Is A Dangerous Intoxicant And Very

Civilization, Let Me Tell You What It Is. First The Soldier, Then The Merchant, Then The Priest, Then The Lawyer. The Merchant Hires The Soldier And Priest To Conquer The Country For Him. First The Soldier, He Is A Murderer; Then The Priest, He Is A Liar; Then The Merchant, He Is A Thief; And They All Bring In The Lawyer To Make Their Laws And Defend Their Deeds, And There You Have Your Civilization!

Childhood Is The Fiery Furnace In Which We Are Melted Down To Essentials And That Essential Shaped For Good.

I Have No Patience With This Dreadful Idea That Whatever You Have In You Has To Come Out, That You Can't Suppress True Talent. People Can Be Destroyed; They Can Be Bent, Distorted, And Completely Crippled. In Spite Of All The Poetry, All The Philosophy To The Contrary, We Are Not Really Masters Of Our Fate.

I Am In Paris. Yes Ma'am , I Made It Back. I Came Up From Berlin, Stopped Here Ten Days, Fought A Losing Battle Against My Deepest Inclinations, Pulled Myself Out By The Hair And Went To Madrid...madrid Is A Lovely Enchanting City, And There Was Almost Ready For Me A Kind Of Penthouse Full Of Sunlight, A Roof Garden, And So On. I Gave One Look At It All, Returned To The Hotel And Went To Bed And Wept Bitterly For Eleven Hours...why? Because I Had Seen Paris And Could Not Endure The Thought Of Being Anywhere Else.

No Man Can Be Explained By His Personal History, Least Of All A Poet.