Poverty Is The Great Reality. That Is

Poetry Is The Alchemy Which Teaches Us To Convert Ordinary Materials Into Gold.

He Does Not Need Opium. He Has The Gift Of Reverie.

All The Art Of Analysis Consists In Saying A Truth Only When The Other Person Is Ready For It, Has Been Prepared For It By An Organic Process Of Gradation And Evolution.

We Must Protect The Minority Writers Because They Are The Research Workers Of Literature. They Keep It Alive. It Has Been Fashionable Of Late To Seek Out And Force Such Writers Into More Popular Channels, To The Detriment Of Both Writer And An Unprepared Public.

The Secret Of Joy Is The Mastery Of Pain.