And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end.

Justice itself tends to be corrupted by political passion.

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better, a little better.

The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion.

Each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling.

Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow