Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.

...discovering Antarctica, its penguin kings and icy spires...

When they become so derivative as to become unintelligible, the same thing may be said for all of us, that we do not admire what we cannot understand.

Words cluster like chromosomes, determining the procedure.

Poetry ... ... a place for the genuine, Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise

Poetry ... ... a place for the genuine, Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise

[Marianne Moore's definition of genuine poetry] -- Imaginary gardens with real toads in them.

They fought the enemy, we fight fat living and self-pity. Shine, o shine, unfalsifying sun, on this sick scene.

You are not male or female, but a plan deep-set within the heart of man.

The cure for loneliness is solitude.

Truly as the sun can rot or mend, love can make one bestial or make a beast a man.

Superior people never make long visits.

The self does not realize itself most fully when self-realization is its most constant aim.

Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.

I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

There never was a war that was not inward.

If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.

The heart that gives, gathers.

The hands are the heart's messengers.

The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence.

... we do not admire what we cannot understand.

... we do not admire what we cannot understand.

Your thorns are the best part of you.

I have such incredible experiences in my life.