Dance, dance, dance till you drop.

Soft as the earth is mankind and both need to be altered.

To my generation no other English poet seemed so perfectly to express the sensibility of a male adolescent. If I do not now turn to him very often, I am eternally grateful to him for the joy he gave me in my youth.

History marched to the drums of a clear idea...

There's always another story. There's more than meets the eye.

You will be a poet because you will always be humiliated.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find our mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love.