The Only Thing About A Man That

It Is Not In The World Of Ideas That Life Is Lived. Life Is Lived For Better Or Worse In Life, And To A Man In Life, His Life Can Be No More Absurd Than It Can Be The Opposite Of Absurd, Whatever That Opposite May Be.

The Infantile Cowardice Of Our Time Which Demands An External Pattern, A Nonhuman Authority.

A Poem Should Be Palpable And Mute As A Globed Fruit.

A Real Writer Learns From Earlier Writers The Way A Boy Learns From An Apple Orchard -- By Stealing What He Has A Taste For, And Can Carry Off

You Burned The City Of London In Our Houses And We Felt The Flames.