We Can Only Write Well

Genius, Like Truth, Has A Shabby And Neglected Mien.

Ambition Is A Dead Sea Fruit, And The Greatest Peril To The Soul Is That One Is Likely To Get Precisely What He Is Seeking.

Look At This Poet William Carlos Williams: He Is Primitive And Native, And His Roots Are In Raw Forest And Violent Places; He Is Word-sick And Place-crazy. He Admires Strength, But For What? Violence! This Is The Cult Of The Frontier Mind.

Man Hoards Himself When He Has Nothing To Give Away.

Nothing In Our Times Has Become So Unattractive As Virtue.