Learn from your dreams what you lack.

I just try to put the thing out and hope somebody will read it. Someone says: 'Whom do you write for?' I reply: 'Do you read me?' If they say 'Yes,' I say, 'Do you like it?' If they say 'No,' then I say, 'I don't write for you.'

Language is the mother, not the handmaiden, of thought; words will tell you things you never thought or felt before.

It's impossible to represent a saint [in Art]. It becomes boring. Perhaps because he is, like the Saturday Evening Post people, inthe position of having almost infinitely free will.

We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and let our illusions die.

Every American poet feels that the whole responsibility for contemporary poetry has fallen upon his shoulders, that he is a literary aristocracy of one.

Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.