I think it's very useful to be insulated from your surrounds, because it gives you your inviolate privacy, without pressures, so that… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
I think that what's happening today, with all the young poets rushing from one college to another, lecturing at the drop of… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
Schoolchildren all over America are told to write to authors-often to authors whom they have never before heard of, whose work they… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
“All is insanity… Who so among you that is without insanity, let him think the first think…” — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
Whitman had a profound influence on me. That was during my sophomore year when I came down with a bad attack of… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
I think there's an enormous lot of talent around, and somewhere amongst these I'm sure that something will emerge, given time. — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
I think we've come to a kind of splinter period in poetry. These tiny little bright fragments of observation - and not… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on a white… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
“It was gentler here, softer, its seethe the quietest of whispers, as if, in deference to a drawing room, it had quite deliberately put… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
One cricket said to another - come, let us be ridiculous, and say love! love love love love love let us be absurd, woman,… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
I began by doing book reviews on the typewriter and then went over to short stories on the machine, meanwhile sticking to pencil for… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
“And the mist of snow, as he had foreseen, was still on it - a ghost of snow falling in the bright sunlight, softly… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
I think it's very useful to be insulated from your surrounds, because it gives you your inviolate privacy, without pressures, so that you can… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
The wind shrieks, the wind grieves; It dashes the leaves on walls, it whirls then again; And the enormous sleeper vaguely and stupidly dreams… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing. — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
As poetry is the highest speech of man, it can not only accept and contain, but in the end express best everything in the… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
