Poetry Is An Art Practiced

What Else Have I Done Nearly All My Life Than Go Hungry And Go On Singing?

It Is Necessary Now And Then For A Man To Go Away By Himself And Experience Loneliness; To Sit On A Rock In The Forest And To Ask Of Himself, 'who Am I, And Where Have I Been, And Where Am I Going?'...if One Is Not Careful, One Allows Diversions To Take Up One's Time-the Stuff Of Life

A Book Is Never A Masterpiece: It Becomes One. Genius Is The Talent Of A Dead Man.

Whenever A People Or An Institution Forget Its Hard Beginnings, It Is Beginning To Decay.

Now Is The Time. It Is Never Too Late To Start Something.