The art of letters will come to an end before A.D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity.

What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage.

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

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

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation. Neither are they transmitted by book learning.

And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.

A crowd pagan as ever imperial Rome was, eager, careless, with an animal vigour unlike that of any European crowd that I have ever looked at.