The Rich Are Always Enamored Of The

The Problem Isn't To Learn To Love Humanity, But To Learn To Love Those Members Of It Who Happen To Be At Hand.

You Know What I Do? I Listen To Other People, Stumbling About With Their Half Thoughts And Half Sentences And Their Clumsy Feelings That They Can't Express, And It Hurts Me. So I Go Home And Burnish It And Polish It And Weld It To A Rhythmic Frame, Make The Dull Colors Gleam, Mute The Garish Artificiality To Pastels, So It Doesn't Hurt Any More: That's My Poem. I Know What They Want To Say, And I Say It For Them.

I Am In Terror Of The Infinity Before Me, Having Come Through The One Behind Bringing No Knowledge I Can Take On.

I Think Of Myself As A Very Lazy Writer, Though Other People See It Differently.

Don't Go Chattering To The Stars If You're Going To Do It With Your Eyes Closed.