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"The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious."
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"There is a marvelous turn and trick to British arrogance; its apparent unconsciousness makes it twice as effectual."

"The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise."

"You do not become a critic until it has been completely established to your own satisfaction that you cannot be a poet."

"Miller is not really a writer but a non-stop talker to whom someone has given a typewriter."

"Dangerous because your present Administration and its specialized agencies by all accounts know no restraint in hitting out at any perceived enemy of America, and nobody or nothing can protect one from their vindictiveness."

"The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious."
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"Though you forget the way to the Temple,There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not. You shall not deny the Stranger."


"It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words."


"The dripping blood our only drink,The bloody flesh our only food:In spite of which we like to thinkThat we are sound, substantial flesh and blood--Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good."


"Do not let me hearOf the wisdom of old men, but rather of their folly,Their fear of fear and frenzy, their fear of possession,Of belonging to another, or to others, or to God."


"A prose that is altogether alive demands something of the reader that the ordinary novel reader is not prepared to give."


"An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better, a little better."


"For I have known them all already, known them all-Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."


"If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spentIf the unheard, unspokenWord is unspoken, unheard;Still is the spoken word, the Word unheard,The Word without a word, the Word withinThe world and for the world;And the light shone in the darkness andAgainst the Word the unstilled world still whirledAbout the center of the silent Word.Oh my people, what have I done unto thee.Where shall the word be found, where shall the wordResound? Not here, there is not enough silence."
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