Any Comparison Diminishes The Expressive

The Blank Page Gives Us The Right To Dream.

The Great Function Of Poetry Is To Give Back To Us The Situations Of Our Dreams.

The Repose Of Sleep Refreshes Only The Body. It Rarely Sets The Soul At Rest. The Repose Of The Night Does Not Belong To Us. It Is Not The Possession Of Our Being. Sleep Opens Within Us An Inn For Phantoms. In The Morning We Must Sweep Out The Shadows.

One Doesn't Read Poetry While Thinking Of Other Things.

One Must Always Maintain One's Connection To The Past And Yet Ceaselessly Pull Away From It. To Remain In Touch With The Past Requires A Love Of Memory. To Remain In Touch With The Past Requires A Constant Imaginative Effort.