Art Is Science Made Flesh.

Silence Moves Faster When It's Going Backward.

One Is Either Judge Or Accused. The Judge Sits, The Accused Stands. Live On Your Feet.

The Worst Tragedy For A Poet Is To Be Admired Through Being Misunderstood.

Poetry Is An Ethic. By Ethic I Mean A Secret Code Of Behavior, A Discipline Constructed And Conducted According To The Capabilities Of A Man Who Rejects The Falsifications Of The Categorical Imperative.

A True Poet Does Not Bother To Be Poetical. Nor Does A Nursery Gardener Scent His Roses.