Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.

I always say that one's poetry is a solace to oneself and a nuisance to one's friends.

First publication is a pure, carnal leap into that dark which one dreams is life.

How clerks love refusing. It salves them for being clerks.

Every art is a church without communicants, presided over by a parish of the respectable. An artist is born kneeling; he fights to stand. A critic, by nature of the judgment seat, is born sitting.

if you listen too hard to the technology, your ear goes deaf to its implications.

I don't suppose there's really any critic except posterity.