If One Is A Greyhound, Why Try

Art Is Magic, Not Logic. This Craze For The Logical Spirit In Irrational Shape Is Part Of The Present Harmful Mania For Uniformity.

There Is No Truth. Only Points Of View.

I Am One Of Those Unhappy Persons Who Inspire Bores To The Greatest Flights Of Art.

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.

As For The Usefulness Of Poetry, Its Uses Are Many. It Is The Deification Of Reality.