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

The Image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy.

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.

The technique of infamy is to start two lies at once and get people arguing heatedly over which is the truth.

There are few things more difficult than to appraise the work of a man suddenly dead in his youth; to disentangle promise from achievement; to save him from that sentimentalizing which confuses the tragedy of the interruption with the merit of the work actually performed.

The only history that matters is the history we know.

Rhythm is form cut into time.