... politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred.

Perhaps this very instant is your time.

No more pronouncements on lousy verse. No more hidden competition. No more struggling not to be a square.

True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.

It is not possible, for a poet, writing in any language, to protect himself from the tragic elements in human life.... [ellipsis in source] Illness, old age, and death--subjects as ancient as humanity--these are the subjects that the poet must speak of very nearly from the first moment that he begins to speak.