There has been in our time a lack of reliance on language and a lack of experimentation which are frightening to anyone who sees them as symptoms. We know the phenomenon of stage-fright: it holds the player shivering, incapable of speech or action. Perhaps there is an audience-fright which the play can feel, which leaves him with these incapacities.

Always our wars have been our confessions of weakness

the truth of a poem is its form and its content, its music and its meaning are the same.

The world is made up of Stories, not Atoms.

Exchange is creation.

Flight is intolerable contradiction.

dogma and shrinking from the external world are at one limit of the range of belief. At the other are science and poetry and, indeed, reality.