At first critics classified authors as Ancients, that is to say, Greek and Latin authors, and Moderns, that is to say, every post-Classical Author. Then they classified them by eras, the Augustans, the Victorians, etc., and now they classify them by decades, the writers of the '30's, '40's, etc. Very soon, it seems, they will be labeling authors, like automobiles, by the year.

Cathedrals, luxury liners laden with souls, Holding to the east their hulls of stone.

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

The center that I cannot find is known to my unconscious mind.

From beginning to end Wilde performed his life and continued to do so even after fame had taken the plot out of his own hands.

Human beings are, necessarily, actors who...can be divided...into the sane who know they are acting and the mad who do not.

We are lived by powers we pretend to understand.