Literature is news that stays news.

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.

Quiet this metal! Let the manes put off their terror, let them put off their aqueous bodies with fire. Let them assume the milk-white bodies of agate. Let them draw together the bones of the metal.

Religion I have defined as "Another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art".

If I could believe the Quakers banned music because church music is so damn bad, I should view them with approval.

It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week.

To break the pentameter, that was the first heave