America has always been a country of amateurs where the professional, that is to say, the man who claims authority as a member of an élite which knows the law in some field or other, is an object of distrust and resentment.

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

Anyone who has a child today should train him to be either a physicist or a ballet dancer. Then he'll escape.

Had Greek civilization never existed ... we would never have become fully conscious.

All that we are not stares back at what we are.

The poet marries the language, and out of this marriage the poem is born.

There is a certain kind of person who is so dominated by the desire to be loved for himself alone that he has constantly to test those around him by tiresome behavior; what he says and does must be admired, not because it is intrinsically admirable, but because it is his remark, his act. Does not this explain a good deal of avant-garde art?