I know that one of the great arts that the writer develops is the art of saying, ‘No. No, I’m finished. Bye.’ And leaving it alone. I will not write it into the ground. I will not write the life out of it. I won’t do that.
Form your life humanly, and you have done enough: but you will never reach the height of art and the depth of science without something divine.
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
The secret of getting things done is to act!
When I was a teenager, just about the only thing I could do right was play music. In my graduating class, I was certainly not voted ‘Most Literary Boy.’ I can assure you I was not voted ‘Mostly Likely to Succeed.’ I was voted ‘Most Musical Boy.’ And the music led to the poetry.
The good and the wise lead quiet lives.
Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.
Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more.
What is Art? It is the response of man’s creative soul to the call of the Real.
The creative act amazes me. Whether it’s poetry, whether it’s music, it’s an amazing process, and it has something to do with bringing forth the old out into the world to create and to bring forth that which will rejuvenate.