I Am Awaiting Perpetually And

If You Would Be A Poet, Write Living Newspapers. Be A Reporter From Outer Space, Filing Dispatches To Some Supreme Managing Editor Who Believes In Full Disclosure And Has A Low Tolerance For Bullshit.

The World Is A Beautiful Place To Be Born Into If You Don't Mind Some People Dying All The Time Or Maybe Only Starving Some Of The Time Which Isn't Half So Bad If It Isn't You.

The Art Has To Make It On Its Own, Without Explanations, And It’s The Same For Poetry. If The Poem Or The Painting Has To Be Explained, Then It’s A Failure In Communication.

When You're Young, Everything Seems Like A Romance. At 96, I Can Still Feel Romantic About Publishing Young Unknown Writers.

Make Your Mind Learn Its Way Around The Heart.