If You Want It You Must Obtain

What A Poem Means Is As Much What It Means To Others As What It Means To The Author; And Indeed, In The Course Of Time A Poet May Become Merely Reader In Respect To His Own Works, Forgetting His Original Meaning.

Yet With These April Sunsets, That Somehow Recall My Buried Life, And Paris In The Spring, I Feel Immeasurably At Peace, And Find The World To Be Wonderful And Youthful Afterall

In The Room The Women Come And Go Talking Of Michelangelo.

The Nobel Is A Ticket To One's Own Funeral. No One Has Ever Done Anything After He Got It.

No Artist Produces Great Art By A Deliberate Attempt To Express His Own Personality.