Time will say nothing but I told you so.
The commonest ivory tower is that of the average man, the state of passivity towards experience.
Man is a history-making creature, who can neither repeat his past, nor leave it behind.
A man has his distinctive personal scent which his wife, his children and his dog can recognize. A crowd has a generalized stink. The public is odorless.
What is a Professor of Poetry? How can poetry be professed?
Our claim to our own bodies and our world is our catastrophe.