I Believe In Teaching, But I Don’t

The Poet, As Everyone Knows, Must Strike His Individual Note Sometime Between The Ages Of Fifteen And Twenty-five. He May Hold It A Long Time, Or A Short Time, But It Is Then That He Must Strike It Or Never. School And College Have Been Conducted With The Almost Express Purpose Of Keeping Him Busy With Something Else Till The Danger Of His Ever Creating Anything Is Past.

My Definition Of Poetry (if I Were Forced To Give One) Would Be This: Words That Have Become Deeds.

The Middle Of The Road Is Where The White Line Is - And That's The Worst Place To Drive.

The Best Way To Hate Is The Worst. 'tis To Find What The Hated Need, Never Mind Of What Actual Worth, And Wipe That Out Of The Earth. Let Them Die Of Unsatisfied Greed.

Home Is The Place Where, When You Have To Go There, They Have To Take You In.