The End Of Art Is Peace.

I Have Always Thought Of Poems As Stepping Stones In One's Own Sense Of Oneself. Every Now And Again, You Write A Poem That Gives You Self-respect And Steadies Your Going A Little Bit Farther Out In The Stream. At The Same Time, You Have To Conjure The Next Stepping Stone Because The Stream, We Hope, Keeps Flowing.

The Aim Of Poetry And The Poet Is Finally To Be Of Service, To Ply The Effort Of The Individual Into The Larger Work Of The Community As A Whole.

Don't Be Surprised If I Demur, For, Be Advised My Passport's Green.

But Even So, None Of The News Of These World-spasms Entered Me As Terror.

The Next Move Is Always The Test.