I Would Hold The Rosy, Slender Fingers

Great Literature Is Simply Language Charged With Meaning To The Utmost Possible Degree.

Learn Of The Green World What Can Be Thy Place In Scaled Invention Or True Artistry

The Art Of Letters Will Come To An End Before A.d. 2000. I Shall Survive As A Curiosity.

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

The What Is So Much More Important Than How.