I have always thought the suicide should bump off at least one swine before taking off for parts unknown.

A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.

Objectivity and again objectivity, and expression: no hindside-before-ness, no straddled adjectives (as "addled mosses dank"), no Tennysonianness of speech; nothing-nothing that you couldn't, in some circumstance, in the stress of some emotion, actually say.

And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass

The thought of what America would be like If the Classics had a wide circulation Troubles my sleep (Cantico del Sole)

To break the pentameter, that was the first heave

The serious artist must be as open as nature. Nature does not give all of herself in a paragraph. She is rugged and not set apart into discreet categories.