“L'artGreen arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.”

“Love thou thy dreamAll base love scorning,Love thou the windAnd here take warningThat dreams alone can truly be,For 'tis in dream I come to thee.Ezra Pound, The Songtrad. Ungaretti:Ama il tuo sogno Ama il tuo sognoOgni inferiore amore disprezzando,Il vento amaEd accorgiti quiChe i sogni solo possono veramente essere,Perciò in sogno a raggiungerti m’avvio.”

“And round about there is a rabbleOf the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor.They shall inherit the earth.”

“A great spirit has been amongst us, and a great artist is gone.”

“Ezra Pound - idiosyncrasy on a monument.”

“When two men in business always agree, one of them is unnecessary.”

“Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.”

“Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.”

“Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.”

“Either move or be moved.”

“All great art is born of the metropolis.”