If Certain Critics And Poetasters Had Their

I Am One Of Those Unhappy Persons Who Inspire Bores To The Greatest Flights Of Art.

The Reason Why Matthew Arnold, To My Feeling, Fails Entirely As A Poet (though No Doubt His Ideas Were Good - At Least, I Am Told They Were) Is That He Had No Sense Of Touch Whatsoever. Nothing Made Any Impression On His Skin. He Could Feel Neither The Shape Nor The Texture Of A Poem With His Hands.

The Great Sins And Fires Break Out Of Me Like The Terrible Leaves From The Bough In The Violent Spring. I Am A Walking Fire, I Am All Leaves.

I Wish The Government Would Put A Tax On Pianos For The Incompetent.

What An Artist Is For Is To Tell Us What We See But Do Not Know That We See.