A Poet's Mission Is To Make Others

It Is A Sad Hardship And Slavery To People Who Live In Towns, That In Their Movements They Know Of One Dimension Only; They Walk Along The Line As If They Were Led On A String. The Transition From The Line To The Plane Into The Two Dimensions, When You Wander Across A Field Or Through A Wood, Is A Splendid Liberation To The Slaves, Like The French Revolution. But In The Air You Are Taken Into The Full Freedom Of The Three Dimensions; After Long Ages Of Exile And Dreams The Homesick Heart Throws Itself Into The Arms Of Space.

The True Art Of The Gods Is The Comic. The Comic Is A Condescension Of The Divine To The World Of Man; It Is The Sublime Vision, Which Cannot Be Studied, But Must Ever Be Celestially Granted. In The Comic The Gods See Their Own Being Reflected As In A Mirror, And While The Tragic Poet Is Bound By Strict Laws, They Will Allow The Comic Artist A Freedom As Unlimited As Their Own.

Within Our Whole Universe The Story Only Has The Authority To Answer That Cry Of Heart Of Its Characters, That One Cry Of Heart Of Each Of Them: "who Am I?"

Coffee, According To The Women Of Denmark, Is To The Body What The Word Of The Lord Is To The Soul.

A Visitor Is A Friend, He Brings News, Good Or Bad, Which Is Bread To The Hungry Minds In Lonely Places. A Real Friend Who Comes To The House Is A Heavenly Messenger, Who Brings The Panis Angelorum.