The Primary Pigment Of Poetry Is The

Consider The Way Of The Scientists Rather Than The Way Of An Advertising Agent For A New Soap.

The Real Meditation Is ... The Meditation On One's Identity. Ah, Voilà Une Chose!! You Try It. You Try Finding Out Why You're You And Not Somebody Else. And Who In The Blazes Are You Anyhow? Ah, Voilà Une Chose!

There Is Natural Ignorance And There Is Artificial Ignorance. I Should Say At The Present Moment The Artificial Ignorance Is About Eighty-five Per Cent.

Artists Are The Antennae Of The Race.

Poetry Is A Language Pared Down To Its Essentials.