The Rich Are Always Enamored Of The

I Suppose The Problem ... Is That We Have An Inside And An Outside. We've Got Problems Both Places, But It's So Hard To Tell Where The One Stops And The Other Takes Up.

The Strange Machinery By Which A Reputation Precedes Its Source We All Know Is Faulty. Yet How Much Faith We Put In It!

You Know What I Do? I Listen To Other People, Stumbling About With Their Half Thoughts And Half Sentences And Their Clumsy Feelings That They Can't Express, And It Hurts Me. So I Go Home And Burnish It And Polish It And Weld It To A Rhythmic Frame, Make The Dull Colors Gleam, Mute The Garish Artificiality To Pastels, So It Doesn't Hurt Any More: That's My Poem. I Know What They Want To Say, And I Say It For Them.

It's Frightening For One Artist To See Another One, Any Other One Turn Away From Art.

The Past Is What Makes Now Like Now Makes Tomorrow.