The written word is everything.

Poetry is the communication through words of certain experiences that can be communicated in no other way.

If it is an imperfect word, no external circumstance can heighten its value as poetry.

Grant us the wil1 to fashion as we feel, Grant us the strength to labor as we know, Grant us the purpose, ribbed and edged with steel, To strike the blow.

When the poet makes his perfect selection of a word, he is endowing the word with life.

A lyric, it is true, is the expression of personal emotion, but then so is all poetry, and to suppose that there are several kinds of poetry, differing from each other in essence, is to be deceived by wholly artificial divisions which have no real being.

This be my pilgrimage and goal Daily to march and find The secret phrases of the soul, The evangels of the mind.