Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper. Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go. You are the music while the music lasts.
Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly. Where is the knowledge we have lost in information. It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words. If you haven't the strength to impose your own terms upon life, you must accept the terms it offers you.