The Poet Is At The Disposal Of

Take A Commonplace, Clean It And Polish It, Light It So That It Produces The Same Effect Of Youth And Freshness And Originality And Spontaneity As It Did Originally, And You Have Done A Poet's Job. The Rest Is Literature.

My Method Is Simple: Not To Bother About Poetry. It Must Come Of Its Own Accord. Merely Whispering Its Name Drives It Away.

The Smell Of Opium Is The Least Stupid Smell In The World.

Art Is Science In The Flesh.

Art Is Not A Pastime But A Priesthood.