There Is No Such Thing As The

To Choose What Is Difficult All One's Days, As If It Were Easy, That Is Faith

There Is A Certain Kind Of Person Who Is So Dominated By The Desire To Be Loved For Himself Alone That He Has Constantly To Test Those Around Him By Tiresome Behavior; What He Says And Does Must Be Admired, Not Because It Is Intrinsically Admirable, But Because It Is His Remark, His Act. Does Not This Explain A Good Deal Of Avant-garde Art?

A Poem Is A Verbal Artifact Which Must Be As Skillfully And Solidly Constructed As A Table Or A Motorcycle.

To Ask The Hard Question Is Simple.

One Cannot Walk Through An Assembly Factory And Not Feel That One Is In Hell.