Tell Me How Much A Nation Knows

Written By A Sponge Dipped In Warm Milk And Sprinkled With Sugar.

To Read A Poem With No Thought In Mind But To Paraphrase It Into A Single, Simple And Usually High-minded Prose Statement Is The Destruction Of Poetry.

At The Next Vacancy For God, If I Am Elected, I Shall Forgive Last The Delicately Wounded Who, Having Been Slugged No Harder Than Anyone Else, Never Got Up Again, Neither To Fight Back, Nor To Finger Their Jaws In Painful Admiration.

A Man Is What He Does With His Attention And Mine Is Not For Sale.

Conviction Is Possible Only In A World More Primitive Than Ours Can Be Perceived To Be. A Man Can Achieve A Simply Gnomic Conviction Only By Ignoring The Radical Describers Of His Environment, Or By Hating Them, As Convinced Men Have Hated, Say, Darwin And Freud, As Agents Of Some Devil.