I Did Not Enter Into Silence. Silence

The Apparition Of These Faces In The Crowd; Petals On A Wet Black Bough.

I Could I Trust Starve Like A Gentleman. It's Listed As Part Of The Poetic Training, You Know.

Great Literature Is Simply Language Charged With Meaning To The Utmost Possible Degree.

As For Literature It Gives No Man A Sinecure. And No One Knows, At Sight, A Masterpiece. And Give Up Verse, My Boy, There's Nothing In It.

People Find Ideas A Bore Because They Do Not Distinguish Between Live Ones And Stuffed Ones On A Shelf.