Rhythm Is Form Cut Into Time.

Poets Who Are Not Interested In Music Are, Or Become, Bad Poets.

Mass Ought To Be In Latin, Unless You Could Do It In Greek Or Chinese. In Fact, Any Abracadabra That No Bloody Member Of The Public Or Half-educated Ape Of A Clargimint Could Think He Understood.

The Man Who Fears War And Squats Opposing My Words For Stour, Hath No Blood Of Crimson But Is Fit Only To Rot In Womanish Peace

I Guess The Definition Of A Lunatic Is A Man Surrounded By Them.

The Image Is More Than An Idea. It Is A Vortex Or Cluster Of Fused Ideas And Is Endowed With Energy.