The Courage Of The Poet Is To

Truth And Beauty (perhaps Keats Was Wrong In Identifying Them: Perhaps They Have The Relation Of Wit And Humour, Or Rain And Rainbow) Are Of Interest Only To Hungry People. There Are Several Kinds Of Hunger. If Socrates, Spinoza, And Santayana Had Had Free Access To A Midnight Icebox We Would Never Have Heard Of Them. Shall I Be Ashamed Of My Little Mewing Truths?... I Ask To Be Forgiven: They Are Such Tiny Ones.

The Bicycle, The Bicycle Surely, Should Always Be The Vehicle Of Novelists And Poets.

The Enemies Of The Future Are Always The Very Nicest People.

If We Discovered That We Only Had Five Minutes Left To Say All That We Wanted To Say, Every Telephone Booth Would Be Occupied By People Calling Other People To Stammer That They Loved Them.

The Censure Of A Dog Is Something No Man Can Stand.