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An Editor Should Tell The Author His Writing Is Better Than It Is. Not A Lot Better, A Little Better.

The End Of All Our Exploring Will Be To Arrive Where We Started.

Words Strain, Crack, And Sometime Break, Under The Burden.

Honest Criticism And Sensitive Appreciation Are Directed Not Upon The Poet But Upon The Poetry.

To Men Of A Certain Type The Suspicion That They Are Incapable Of Loving Is As Disturbing To Their Self-esteem As, In Cruder Men, The Fear Of Impotence.