Poetry Which Owes No Man Anything, Owes

Once You Permit Those Who Are Convinced Of Their Own Superior Rightness To Censor And Silence And Suppress Those Who Hold Contrary Opinions, Just At That Moment The Citadel Has Been Surrendered.

As Things Are Now Going The Peace We Make, What Peace We Seem To Be Making, Will Be A Peace Of Oil, A Peace Of Gold, A Peace Of Shipping, A Peace In Brief.without Moral Purpose Or Human Interest.

Poetry Which Owes No Man Anything, Owes Nevertheless One Debt - An Image Of The World In Which Men Can Again Believe.

We Have No Choice But To Be Guilty. God Is Unthinkable If We Are Innocent.

There Is No Dusk To Be, There Is No Dawn That Was, Only There's Now, And Now, And The Wind In The Grass.