The Eye Likes Novelty, But The Ear

When Someone Between Twenty And Forty Says, Apropos Of A Work Of Art, 'i Know What I Like,' He Is Really Saying 'i Have No Taste Of My Own But Accept The Taste Of My Cultural Milieu.

What The Poet Says Has Never Been Said Before, But, Once He Has Said It, His Readers Recognize Its Validity For Themselves.

I And The Public Know What All Schoolchildren Learn, Those To Whom Evil Is Done Do Evil In Return.

Proper Names Are Poetry In The Raw. Like All Poetry They Are Untranslatable.

The Center That I Cannot Find Is Known To My Unconscious Mind.