Of course, Behaviourism 'works'. So does torture. Give me a no-nonsense, down-to-earth behaviourist, a few drugs, and simple electrical appliances, and in six months I will have him reciting the Athanasian Creed in public.

There are good books which are only for adults. There are no good books which are only for children.

Perhaps there is only one cardinal sin: impatience. Because of impatience we were driven out of Paradise, because of impatience we cannot return.

No human being is innocent, but there is a class of innocent human actions called Games.

Without Art, we should have no notion of the sacred; without Science, we should always worship false gods.

It has been said that a poem should not mean but be. This is not quite accurate. In a poem, as distinct from many other kinds of verbal societies, meaning and being are identical. A poem might be called a pseudo-person. Like a person, it is unique and addresses the reader personally. On the other hand, like a natural being and unlike a historical person, it cannot lie.

Every poet has his dream reader: mine keeps a look out for curious prosodic fauna like bacchics and choriambs.