... 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.

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.

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

I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!

I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air Reach to its rest, and fall.

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.