Poetry, That Is To Say The Poetic,

War Is Pillage Versus Resistance And If Illusions Of Magnitude Could Be Transmuted Into Ideals Of Magnanimity, Peace Might Be Realized.

What I Write Could Only Be Called Poetry Because There Is No Other Category To Put It.

There Is No Pleasure Subtler Than The Sensation Of Being A Good Workman; And In Work There Is The Sense Of Consanguinity-unconscious As A Rule But Sometimes Conscious.

A Writer Is Unfair To Himself When He Is Unable To Be Hard On Himself.

The Weak Overcomes Its/ Menace, The Strong Over-/comes Itself.