A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.

In verse one can take any damn constant one likes, one can alliterate, or assone, or rhyme, or quant, or smack, only one MUST leave the other elements irregular.

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

The book shd. be a ball of light in one's hand.

And the betrayers of language ...... n and the press gang And those who had lied for hire; The perverts, the perverters of language, the perverts, who have set money-lust Before the pleasures of the senses; howling, as of a hen-yard in a printing-house, the clatter of presses, the blowing of dry dust and stray paper, foetor, sweat, the stench of stale oranges.

Technique is the test of sincerity. If a thing isn't worth getting the technique to say, it is of inferior value.

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