With Usura With Usura Hath No Man

The Difference Between A Gun And A Tree Is A Difference Of Tempo. The Tree Explodes Every Spring.

Rhythm Is Form Cut Into Time.

In Our Time, The Curse Is Monetary Illiteracy, Just As Inability To Read Plain Print Was The Curse Of Earlier Centuries.

The Intellect Is A Very Nice Whirligig Toy, But How People Take It Seriously Is More Than I Can Understand.

Poetry Is About As Much A 'criticism Of Life' As Red-hot Iron Is A Criticism Of Fire.