Poetry Is What Milton Saw When He

You Want To Know Whether I Believe In Ghosts? Of Course I Do Not Believe In Them. If You Had Known As Many Of Them As I Have, You Would Not Believe In Them Either.

No Form Of Government Matters Nearly As Much As The Spirit And Intelligence Brought To The Administration Of Any Form Of Government.

Censors Are Necessary, Increasingly Necessary, If America Is To Avoid Having A Vital Literature.

Between The Years Of Ninety-two And A Hundred And Two, However, We Shall Be The Ribald, Useless, Drunken, Outcast Person We Have Always Wished To Be. We Shall Have A Long White Beard And Long White Hair; We Shall Not Walk At All, But Recline In A Wheel Chair And Bellow For Alcoholic Beverages; In The Winter We Shall Sit Before The Fire With Our Feet In A Bucket Of Hot Water, A Decanter Of Corn Whiskey Near At Hand, And Write Ribald Songs Against Organized Society... We Look Forward To A Disreputable, Vigorous, Unhonoured, And Disorderly Old Age.

Ideas Pull The Trigger, But Instinct Loads The Gun.