Style is the perfection of a point of view

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.

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.

Because at Yale, each year I was writing a play in a different style. Not that they demanded that, but I was searching as any young artist would be.

The Gothic style historically, more perhaps than any other, released architecture from its earthbound confines.

The goal of retirement is to live off your assets-not on them