Geography Blended With Time Equals Destiny.

The Eye Identifies Itself Not With The Body It Belongs To But With The Object Of Its Attention.

In America, A Metrical Poem Is Likely To Conjure Up The Idea Of The Sort Of Poet Who Wears Ties And Lunches At The Faculty Club. In Russia It Suggests The Moral Force Of An Art Practiced Against The Greatest Personal Odds, As A Discipline, Solitary And Intense.

What Should I Say About Life? That It's Long And Abhors Transparence.

After All, It Is Hard To Master Both Life And Work Equally Well. So If You Are Bound To Fake One Of Them, It Had Better Be Life.

In The West You Have Every Opportunity For Civilization To Triumph.