Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.

Poetry Is An Ethic. By Ethic I Mean A Secret Code Of Behavior, A Discipline Constructed And Conducted According To The Capabilities Of A Man Who Rejects The Falsifications Of The Categorical Imperative.

He Who Is Affected By An Insult Is Infected By It.

Wealth Is An Inborn Attitude Of Mind, Like Poverty. The Pauper Who Has Made His Pile May Flaunt His Spoils, But Cannot Wear Them Plausibly.

The Only Work Of Art Which Succeeds Is That Which Fails.

The Louvre Is A Morgue; You Go There To Identify Your Friends.