You have been second always. Tragical? No. You preferred it to the usual thing: One dull man, dulling and uxorious, One average mind- with one thought less, each year.

The artist is always beginning.

Genius... is the capacity to see ten things where the ordinary man sees one.

The concept of genius as akin to madness has been carefully cultivated by the inferiority complex of the public.

The thought of what America would be like If the Classics had a wide circulation Troubles my sleep (Cantico del Sole)

Poetry is a very complex art.... It is an art of pure sound bound in through an art of arbitrary and conventional symbols.

Rhythm is form cut into time.