Any damn fool can be spontaneous.

Fit for kings, formal gardens afford an earthly Elysium and the odd impression that we mere men might actually control nature for a time.

The primary pigment of poetry is the IMAGE.

Poetry is a language pared down to its essentials.

Nothing written for pay is worth printing. Only what has been written against the market.

The artist is always beginning. Any work of art which is not a beginning, an invention, a discovery is of little worth.

I think an alliance with Stalin's Russia is rotten.