I Dunno What My 23 Infantile Years

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

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

A Man's Hope Measures His Civilization. The Attainability Of The Hope Measures, Or May Measure, The Civilization Of His Nation And Time.

No Good Poetry Is Ever Written In A Manner Twenty Years Old, For To Write In Such A Manner Shows Conclusively That The Writer Thinks From Books, Convention And Cliché, Not From Real Life.

The Man Who Fears War And Squats Opposing My Words For Stour, Hath No Blood Of Crimson But Is Fit Only To Rot In Womanish Peace