Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

What we suffer, what we endure, what we muff, what we kill, what we miss, what we are guilty of, is done by us, as individuals, in private.

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

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

Hate does not present many choices; if hate is your solution, you are fairly certain to hate all phemonena with equal joy and intensity, without troubling to drag into prominence any one feature from the loathsome whole.

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

The measured blood beats out the year's delay.