Pound's crazy. All poets are. They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.

You're beautiful, like a May fly.

I don't like to write like God. It is only because you never do it, though, that the critics think you can't do it.

I act as the tongue of you,
... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.

Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.