To break the pentameter, that was the first heave

People find ideas a bore because they do not distinguish between live ones and stuffed ones on a shelf.

I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.

Glance is the enemy of vision.

See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering! See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind, and half turn back.

It is the business of the artist to make humanity aware of itself.

Speak against unconscious oppression, Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative, Speak against bonds.