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Solitude Is The Salt Of Personhood. It Brings Out The Authentic Flavor Of Every Experience.

We Can Do Anything, Or Almost, But How Balanced, Magnanimous, And Modest One Has To Be To Do Anything! And Also How Patient. It Is As True In The Arts As Anywhere Else.

I Think That Passion If Really Intense Is Always Destructive If Not To The Two Involved, Always To Other People.

The Fact Is That I Have Lived With The Belief That Power, Any Kind Of Power, Was The One Thing Forbidden To Poets. ... Power Requires That The Inner Person Never Be Unmasked. No, We Poets Have To Go Naked. And Since This Is So, It Is Better That We Stay Private People; A Naked Public Person Would Be Rather Ridiculous, What?

It Is Clear That We Do Not Exactly Choose Our Poems; Our Poems Choose Us.