Too much is demanded by the critic, attempted by the poet.

- John Crowe Ransom

For no art and no religion is possible until we make allowances, until we manage to keep quiet the enfant terrible of logic that plays havoc with the…

- John Crowe Ransom

Now between the meanings of words and their sounds there is ordinarily no discoverable relation except one of accident; and it is therefore miraculou…

- John Crowe Ransom

And how can poetry stand up against its new conditions? Its position is perfectly precarious.

- John Crowe Ransom

In all the good Greek of Plato I lack my roastbeef and potato. A better man was Aristotle, Pulling steady on the bottle.

- John Crowe Ransom

And yet what is Modernism? It is undefined.

- John Crowe Ransom

I would not knock old fellows in the dust But there lay Captain Carpenter on his back His weapons were the old heart in his bust And a blade shook be…

- John Crowe Ransom

But we moderns are impatient and destructive.

- John Crowe Ransom

God have mercy on the sinner Who must write with no dinner, No gravy and no grub, No pewter and no pub, No bellyand no bowels, Only consonants and vo…

- John Crowe Ransom