When comparing works of art, it is important that the art itself, and not the artists, be considered.

April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.

The end is where we start from.

Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful afterall

Playwriting gets into your blood and you can't stop it. At least not until the producers or the public tell you to.

Old men ought to be explorers.

It is a test (a positive test, I do not assert that it is always valid negatively), that genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.