Love Is The Garment Of Knowledge.

As Aristotle Said, You Have To Be An Aristocrat Or A Reactionary To Write A Good Proletarian Poem.

We Have Forgotten Love, And Sat Lonely Beside Each Other. We Have Eaten Together, Lonely Behind Our Plates, We Have Hidden Behind Children, We Have Slept Together In A Lonely Bed. Now My Heart Turns Toward You, Awake At Last, Penitent, Lost In The Last Loneliness. Speak To Me. Talk To Me. Break The Black Silence.

The Modern Sensibility Attempts To Drain The Contents Of Experience; These Greek Poets Strive To State The Fact So Poignantly That It Becomes An Ever-flowing Spring As Sappho Says, "more Real Than Real, More Gold Than Gold.

It Is A Commonplace That Racine Is Untranslatable. This Is Not Because His Verse Is Difficult, But Because It Is Not.

You Don't Become A Saint Until You Lead A Good Life Whether In Tibet Or Italy Or America.