Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.

War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.

They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.

Poetry is all nouns and verbs.

[The] whirlwind fife-and-drum of the storm bends the salt marsh grass, disturbs stars in the sky and the star on the steeple; it is a privilege to see so much confusion.

A man is a writer if all his words are strung in definite sentence sounds.