Somebody said that I am the last American living the tragedy of Europe.

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 Whose world, or mine or theirs or is it of none? First came the seen, then thus the palpable Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell. What thou lovest well is thy true heritage.

Poetry is about as much a 'criticism of life' as red-hot iron is a criticism of fire.

It doesn't matter which leg of your table you make first, so long as the table has four legs and will stand up solidly when you have finished it.

Wars in old times were made to get slaves. The modern implement of imposing slavery is debt.

The primary pigment of poetry is the IMAGE.

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