I Play Better Tennis Because The Court

Any Work Of Art Must First Of All Tell A Story.

A Poem Begins As A Lump In The Throat, A Sense Of Wrong, A Homesickness, A Lovesickness.

When I Was Young My Teachers Were The Old. I Gave Up Fire For Form Till I Was Cold.

All Great Things Are Done For Their Own Sake.

I Believe In Teaching, But I Don’t Believe In Going To School.