In The Evolution Of Mankind There Has

Sentir Mon Cœur Is A Privilege Only Granted To The Exceptional Man - The One Who Has The Ability To Find Words That Exactly (or, To Himself, Convincingly) Express His Feelings... The Value Of Words Help To Define The Feeling Itself... The Common Failure Is To Allow Habitual Words And Phrases, Flowing Spontaneously From The Memory, To Determine And Deform The Feelings.

The Modern Poet Has No Essential Alliance With Regular Schemes Of Any Sorts.he Reserves The Right To Adapt His Rhythm To His Mood, To Modulate His Metre As He Progresses. Far From Seeking Freedom And Irresponsibility (implied By The Unfortunate Term Free Verse) He Seeks A Stricter Discipline Of Exact Concord Of Thought And Feeling.

Creeds And Castes, And All Forms Of Intellectual And Emotional Grouping, Belong To The Past.

Spontaneity Is Not Enough - Or, To Be More Exact, Spontaneity Is Not Possible Until There Is An Unconscious Coordination Of Form, Space And Vision.

Only A People Serving An Apprenticeship To Nature Can Be Trusted With Machines. Only Such People Will So Contrive And Control Those Machines That Their Products Are An Enhancement Of Biological Needs, And Not A Denial Of Them.