The Poets Have Been Mysteriously Silent On

For Good Or Evil, A Line Has Been Passed In Our Political History; And Something That We Have Known All Our Lives Is Dead. I Will Take Only One Example Of It: Our Politicians Can No Longer Be Caricatured.

It Is Well Sometimes To Half Understand A Poem In The Same Manner That We Half Understand The World.

Every Time A Man Knocks On A Brothel Door, He Is Really Knocking For God

There Should Be A Burnished Tablet Let Into The Ground On The Spot Where Some Courageous Man First Ate Stilton Cheese, And Survived.

The Criminal Is The Creative Artist; The Detective Only The Critic.