Let me see what I wrote so I know what I think

Alone, alone, about the dreadful wood / Of conscious evil runs a lost mankind, / Dreading to find its Father.

What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.

Words are for those with promises to keep.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves.

To choose what is difficult all one's days, as if it were easy, that is faith