I think if there's a great depression there might be some hope.

Make your mind learn its way around the heart.

I am awaiting perpetually and forever a renaissance of wonder

Don't bow down to critics who have not themselves written great masterpieces.

Invent a new language anyone can understand.

We have seen the best minds of our generation destroyed by boredom at poetry readings.

The state of the world calls out for poetry to save it.