We Know Too Much, And Are Convinced

The Nobel Is A Ticket To One's Own Funeral. No One Has Ever Done Anything After He Got It.

Each Venture Is A New Beginning, A Raid On The Inarticulate With Shabby Equipment Always Deteriorating In The General Mess Of Imprecision Of Feeling.

Good Poets Borrow, Great Poets Steal

The Old Should Be Explorers, Be Curious, Risk Transgression, Explore Oldness Itself.

To Men Of A Certain Type The Suspicion That They Are Incapable Of Loving Is As Disturbing To Their Self-esteem As, In Cruder Men, The Fear Of Impotence.