The Poet Is At The Disposal Of

At All Costs The True World Of Childhood Must Prevail, Must Be Restored; That World Whose Momentous, Heroic, Mysterious Quality Is Fed On Airy Nothings, Whose Substance Is So Ill-fitted To Withstand The Brutal Touch Of Adult Inquisition.

The Art Of Genius Is Knowing How Far Out Is Too Far.

Statues To Great Men Are Made Of The Stones Thrown At Them In Their Lifetime.

Whatever The World Condemns You For, Make It Your Own. It Is Yourself.

Lack Of Manners Is The Sign Of A Hero.