All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty.

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

The primary pigment of poetry is the IMAGE.

If a patron buys from an artist who needs money (needs money to buy tools, time, food), the patron then makes himself equal to the artist; he is building art into the world; he creates.

I have never known anyone worth a damn who wasn't irascible.

'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!

A classic is classic not because it conforms to certain structural rules, or fits certain definitions It is classic because of a certain eternal and irrepressible freshness.