I'm Afraid I'm Being An Awful Nuisance.

What Is The Special Privilege Of Youth? It Is, I Think, The Power Of Looking Forward, The Firm Belief That The Future Holds Something That Is Worth Possessing, And That, Therefore, One Can Let The Present Moment Drop From One Without Regret And Without Fear.

I Am Patient With Stupidity But Not With Those Who Are Proud Of It.

All Great Poetry Is Dipped In The Dyes Of The Heart.

If One Is A Greyhound, Why Try To Look Like A Pekingese?

I May Say That I Think Greed About Poetry Is The Only Permissible Greed - It Is, Indeed, Unavoidable.