Living Is A Horizontal Fall.

The Poet Never Asks For Admiration; He Wants To Be Believed.

My Method Is Simple: Not To Bother About Poetry. It Must Come Of Its Own Accord. Merely Whispering Its Name Drives It Away.

Emotion Resulting From A Work Of Art Is Only Of Value When It Is Not Obtained By Sentimental Blackmail.

Respect Movements, Flee Schools.

It Was The East That Should Have Sent Us Missionaries.