Revision Is Its Own Reward.

I Believe Verbal Felicity Is The Fruit Of Ardor, Of Diligence, And Of Refusing To Be False.

To Wear The Arctic Fox You Have To Kill It.

Only Imagination That Towers Can Reproduce Evanescence And Render Rigidity Flexible.

Poetry, That Is To Say The Poetic, Is A Primal Necessity.

One Detects Creative Power By Its Capacity To Conquer One's Detachment.