Style is the perfection of a point of view.

Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country.

Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet.

If a poet writes to save his soul, he may save the soul of others.

It is what man does not know of God Composes the visible poem of the world.

Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now.

The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants

I felt the ruthfulness and senselessness of war so acutlely that I wrote the first three stanzas of which, are in effect a prayer.

A Cambridge lady, hearing of the latest Suicide, said to her friend, turning off TV for tea, "Well, my dear, doesn't it seem a little like going where you haven't been invited?"

Was man made stupid to see his own stupidity? Is God by definition indifferent, beyond us all? Is the eternal truth man's fighting soul Wherein the Beast ravens in its own avidity?

You would think the fury of aerial bombardment would rouse God to relent; the infinite spaces Are still silent. He looks on shock-pried faces. History, even, does not know what is meant.

Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country. It has no energy crisis, possessing a potential that will last as long as the country. Its power is equal to that of any country in the world.

Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to establish them. If you have in any way touched the central heart of mankind's feelings, you'll survive.

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