“All great art is born of the metropolis.”

The serious artist must be as open as nature. Nature does not give all of herself in a paragraph. She is rugged and not set apart into discreet categories.

Rhythm is form cut into time.

I have never known anyone worth a damn who wasn’t irascible.

When two men in business always agree, one of them is unnecessary.

Poets who are not interested in music are, or become, bad poets.

Poetry must be as well written as prose.

Poetry is a language pared down to its essentials.

The concept of genius as akin to madness has been carefully cultivated by the inferiority complex of the public.

Either move or be moved.

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.

Be not cheap or mediocre in desiring.

The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.

In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.

Use no superfluous word, no adjective, which does not reveal something.

The only history that matters is the history we know.

It is the business of the artist to make humanity aware of itself.

Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time.