Poetry Is A Language In Which Man

What, After All,is A Halo? It's Only One More Thing To Keep Clean.

Who Apart From Ourselves, Can See Any Difference Between Our Victories And Our Defeats?

Day's Work Is Still To Do, Whatever The Day's Doom.

In Our Plain Defects We Already Know The Brotherhood Of Man.

An Artist's Sensitivity To Criticism Is, At Least In Part, An Effort To Keep Unimpaired The Zest, Or Confidence, Or Arrogance, Which He Needs To Make Creation Possible; Or An Instinct To Climb Through His Problems In His Own Way As He Should, And Must.