Quiet this metal! Let the manes put off their terror, let them put off their aqueous bodies with fire. Let them assume the milk-white bodies of agate. Let them draw together the bones of the metal.

The curse of me and my nation is that we always think things can be bettered by immediate action of some sort, any sort rather than no sort.

Wars are made to make debt.

Any damn fool can be spontaneous.

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.

Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.

The history of an art is the history of masterwork, not of failures, or mediocrity.