Picasso Was A Delightful, Kindly, Friendly, Simple

There Is No Truth. Only Points Of View.

It Is Part Of The Poet's Work To Show Each Man What He Sees But Does Not Know He Sees.

What The Reporters Are Like! They Are Mad With Excitement At The Thought Of My Approaching Demise. Kind Sister Farquhar, My Nurse, Spends Much Of Her Time In Throwing Them Downstairs. But One Got In The Other Day, And Asked Me If I Mind The Fact That I Must Die.

I May Say That I Think Greed About Poetry Is The Only Permissible Greed - It Is, Indeed, Unavoidable.

My Poems Are Hymns Of Praise To The Glory Of Life.