Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.

Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

War is not a life: it is a situation, one which may neither be ignored nor accepted.

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

Maturing as a poet means maturing as the whole man, experiencing new emotions appropriate to one's age, and with the same intensity as the emotions of youth.

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.