"They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise."

"Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two…"

"That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it."

"Work is the order of the day, just as it was at one time, with our first starts and our best efforts. Do you remember…"

"What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of ev…"

"Gregariousness is always the refuge of mediocrities, whether they swear by Solovyov or Kant or Marx. Only individuals…"

"It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, …"

"I think that if the beast who sleeps in man could be held down by threats — any kind of threat, whether of jail or of…"

"A candle burned on the table, a candle burned ... he whispered to himself — the beginning of something confused, form…"

"They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise."