Let Us Not Fear The Hidden. Or

Nourish Beginnings, Let Us Nourish Beginnings. Not All Things Are Blest, But The Seeds Of All Things Are Blest. The Blessing Is In The Seed.

If There Were No Poetry On Any Day In The World, Poetry Would Be Invented That Day. For There Would Be An Intolerable Hunger.

I Lived In The First Century Of World Wars. Most Mornings I Would Be More Or Less Insane.

The Truth Of A Poem Is Its Form And Its Content, Its Music And Its Meaning Are The Same.

I Think There Is A Choice Possible To Us At Any Moment, As Long As We Live. But There Is No Sacrifice. There Is A Choice, And The Rest Falls Away. Second Choice Does Not Exist. Beware Of Those Who Talk About Sacrifice.