Only silence perfects silence.

You have your identity when you find out, not what you can keep your mind ON, but what you can't keep your mind OFF.

For though we often need to be restored to the small, concrete, limited, and certain, we as often need to be reminded of the large, vague, unlimited, unknown

It's not a love of poetry readings that attracts those who do come to them but theater.

Anything looked at closely becomes wonderful.

A poem generated by its own laws may be unrealized and bad in terms of so-called objective principles of taste, judgement, deduction.

What destruction have I been blessed by?