Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet.

If a poet writes to save his soul, he may save the soul of others.

The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants

Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet.

Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to establish them. If you have in any way touched the central heart of mankind's feelings, you'll survive.

A Cambridge lady, hearing of the latest Suicide, said to her friend, turning off TV for tea, "Well, my dear, doesn't it seem a little like going where you haven't been invited?"

Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country. It has no energy crisis, possessing a potential that will last as long as the country. Its power is equal to that of any country in the world.