Conventional Wisdom Notwithstanding, There Is No Reason

Without Guilt / What Is A Man? An Animal, Isn't He? / A Wolf Forgiven At His Meat, / A Beetle Innocent In His Copulation.

If You Commit Yourself To The Art Of Poetry, You Commit Yourself To The Task Of Learning How To See, Using Words As Elements Of Sight And Their Sounds As Prisms. And To See Means To See Something Worth All The Agony Of Learning How To See.

A Self-advertising Writer Is Always A Self-extinguished Writer.

The Only Thing About A Man That Is A Man . . . Is His Mind. Everything Else You Can Find In A Pig Or A Horse.

The Perversion Of The Mind Is Only Possible When Those Who Should Be Heard In Its Defence Are Silent.