Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, read more

Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank
the tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard
from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!

. . . A man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters
amongst men of read more

. . . A man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters
amongst men of the world.

Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness.

Writing is not a profession but a vocation of unhappiness.

All literature is political.

All literature is political.

The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean

The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean

Just don't take any class where you have to read BEOWULF.

Just don't take any class where you have to read BEOWULF.

In our day the conventional element in literature is elaborately disguised by a law of copyright pretending that every work read more

In our day the conventional element in literature is elaborately disguised by a law of copyright pretending that every work of art is an invention distinctive enough to be patented.

Universities incline wits to sophistry and affectation.

Universities incline wits to sophistry and affectation.

A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.

A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.