Human Kind Cannot Bear Much Reality.

The Purpose Of Literature Is To Turn Blood Into Ink.

Poets In Our Civilization, As It Exists At Present, Must Be Difficult...the Poet Must Become More And More Comprehensive, More Allusive, More Indirect, In Order To Force, To Dislocate If Necessary, Language Into Its Meaning.

And Indeed There Will Be Time To Wonder, 'do I Dare?', And 'do I Dare?

I Hate University Towns And University People, Who Are The Same Everywhere, With Pregnant Wives, Sprawling Children, Many Books And Hideous Pictures On The Walls ... Oxford Is Very Pretty, But I Don't Like To Be Dead.

Most Of The Trouble In The World Is Caused By People Wanting To Be Important.