The Lesson One Can Learn

Most People Do Not Believe In Anything Very Much And Our Greatest Poetry Is Given To Us By Those Who Do.

Melancholy And Remorse Form The Deep Leaden Keel Which Enables Us To Sail Into The Wind Of Reality; We Run Aground Sooner Than The Flat-bottomed Pleasure-lovers But We Venture Out In Weather That Would Sink Them And We Choose Our Direction.

There Is No Pain Equal To That Which Two Lovers Can Inflict On One Another.

Poets Arguing About Modern Poetry: Jackals Snarling Over A Dried-up Well.

That Sinister Stonehenge Of Economic Man, Rockefeller Center.