The Scholars And Poets Of

God, Let Me Remember All Good Losers.

We Live In The Time Of The Colossal Upright Oblong.

Men Of Ideas Vanish When Freedom Vanishes.

Often I Look Back And See That I Had Been Many Kinds Of A Fool-and That I Had Been Happy In Being This Or That Kind Of Fool.

Poetry Is Statement Of A Series Of Equations, With Numbers And Symbols Changing Like The Changes Of Mirrors, Pools, Skies, The Only Never-changing Sign Being The Sign Of Infinity.