No man should be shamefaced through his work, to give back to the world a portion of its lost heart.

Come, drunks and drug-takers; come perverts unnerved!
Receive the laurel, given, though late, on merit; to whom
and wherever deserved.

Parochial punks, trimmers, nice people, joiners true-blue,
Get the hell out of the way of the laurel. It is deathless
And it isn't for you.

I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!

The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another

Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.