Intellectually, Most People Never Wash.

There Are Two Kinds Of People; Those Who Are Always Well And Those Who Are Always Sick. Most Of The Evils Of The World Come From The First Sort And Most Of The Achievement From The Second.

In A Poem, The Words Happen; They Just Come. I Let Them. Otherwise, I Wouldn't Write. To Interfere With What Is Happening Is To Distort The Poem. Just A Very Small Degree Of Intelligence And Supervision Is Necessary. Very Tactful. Any Revision Later That Violates The Text As It Came, That Begins Rewriting The Words, Is Fake.

Reason To Rule, Mercy To Forgive: The First Is Law, The Last Prerogative.

What Is Forgiven Is Usually Well Remembered.

Imagination Should Be Integrated With Life, Not Turned Into A Separate Activity, Art, That Monopolizes One's Whole Existence.