The Deft White-stockinged Dance In Thick-soled Shoes!

A Writer Is Unfair To Himself When He Is Unable To Be Hard On Himself.

Assign Yogi Berra To Cape Canaveral; He Could Handle Any Missile.

We Prove, We Do Not Explain, Our Birth.

... Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them ... ... If You Demand On One Hand, The Raw Material Of Poetry In All Its Rawness And That Which Is On The Other Hand Genuine, Then You Are Interested In Poetry.

Below The Incandescent Stars / Below The Incandescent Fruit, / The Strange Experience Of Beauty; / Its Existence Is Too Much; / It Tears One To Pieces / And Each Fresh Wave Of Consciousness / Is Poison.