Man Is Everywhere Still In Chains.

Intellect Begins With The Observation Of Nature, Proceeds To Memorize And Classify The Facts Thus Observed, And By Logical Deduction Builds Up That Edifice Of Knowledge Properly Called Science… But Admittedly We Also Know By Feeling, And We Can Combine The Two Faculties, And Present Knowledge In The Guise Of Art.

The Modern Poet Has No Essential Alliance With Regular Schemes Of Any Sorts.he Reserves The Right To Adapt His Rhythm To His Mood, To Modulate His Metre As He Progresses. Far From Seeking Freedom And Irresponsibility (implied By The Unfortunate Term Free Verse) He Seeks A Stricter Discipline Of Exact Concord Of Thought And Feeling.

Freud Has Shown One Thing Very Clearly: That We Only Forget Our Infancy By Burying It In The Unconscious; And That The Problems Of This Difficult Period Find Their Solution Under A Disguised Form In Adult Life.

I Have Not The Slightest Doubt That This Form Of Individuation Represents A Higher Stage In The Evolution Of Mankind.

Simplicity Is Not A Goal, But One Arrives At Simplicity In Spite Of Oneself, As One Approaches The Real Meaning Of Things.