Poetry is a very complex art.... It is an art of pure sound bound in through an art of arbitrary and conventional symbols.

The concept of genius as akin to madness has been carefully cultivated by the inferiority complex of the public.

The artist is always beginning.

No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.

I found after seventy years that I was not a lunatic but a moron.... I should have been able to do better.

Seems fairly clear that you fix a breed by LIMITING the amount of alien infiltration. You make a race by homogeneity and by avoiding INbreeding.... No argument has ever been sprouted against it. You like it in dogs and horses.

What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage