I Shall Go Up And Down In

Witches Are Moon-birds, Witches Are The Women Of The False, Beautiful Moon.

All Recurring Joy Is Pain Refined.

How Hard, How Desperately Hard, Is The Way Of The Experimenter In Art!

Poets Are Always The Advance Guard Of Literature; The Advance Guard Of Life. It Is For This Reason That Their Recognition Comes So Slowly.

This Is America, This Vast, Confused Beauty, This Staring, Restless Speed Of Loveliness, Mighty, Overwhelming, Crude, Of All Forms, Making Grandeur Out Of Profusion, Afraid Of No Incongruities, Sublime In Its Audacity, Bizarre Breaker Of Moulds.