The genius of the Marx Brothers is for parody. They never are themselves. They exist too abundantly to be content with being that - they must go on, by the rapidest of transitions, to being something else. Groucho, in my opinion the bright star among the three, is never anything but the thing he is at the moment pretending to be.

The job of the poet is to render the world - to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No poet ever talks about feelings. Only sentimental people do.

Great periods of poetry begin with an inordinate self-consciousness, and only gradually attain to the natural.

The first thing to do about a problem is to recognize it; the second thing is to state it; the third thing is to solve it.

When it aims to express a love of the world it refuses to conceal the many reasons why the world is hard to love, though we must love it because we have no other, and to fail to love it is not to exist at all.

To be what no one ever was, to be what everyone has been: Freedom is the mean of those extremes that fence all effort in.

There is no appeal from the ways of the world, which must continue on its own terms or take us all down with it into chaos and confusion.

The job of the poet is to render the world-to see it and report it without loss, without perversion. No poet ever talks about feelings. Only sentimental people do.

The literature of the world has exerted its power by being translated.

A classic is a book that remains in print.