Writing Is An Undertaking For The Modest.

The Self Does Not Realize Itself Most Fully When Self-realization Is Its Most Constant Aim.

Psychology, Which Explains Everything, Explains Nothing, And We Are Still In Doubt.

The Power Of The Visible Is The Invisible.

Poetry, That Is To Say The Poetic, Is A Primal Necessity.

... Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them ... ... If You Demand On One Hand, The Raw Material Of Poetry In All Its Rawness And That Which Is On The Other Hand Genuine, Then You Are Interested In Poetry.