Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
Poetry, that is to say the poetic, is a primal necessity.
Egotism is usually subversive of sagacity.
What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.
Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.