That Is Not It At All, That

What Is This Self-inside Us, This Silent Observer, Severe And Speechless Critic, Who Can Terrorize Us, And Urge Us Onto Futile Activity, And In The End, Judge Us Still More Severely For The Errors Into Which His Own Reproaches Drove Us?

The Last Thing One Discovers In Composing A Work Is What To Put First.

Light Light The Visible Reminder Of Invisible Light.

Past Art Is Subject To Change.

Poetry Should Help, Not Only To Refine The Language Of The Time, But To Prevent It From Changing Too Rapidly.