The poet's place, it seems to me, is with the Mr. Hydes of human nature.

Sons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that which charmed their fathers.

What with making their way and enjoying what they have won, heroes have no time to think. But the sons of heroes - ah, they have all the necessary leisure.

God in the safe and Ford on the shelves.

There isn't any formula or method. You learn to love by loving - by paying attention and doing what one thereby discovers has to be done.

Modern man's besetting temptation is to sacrifice his direct perceptions and spontaneous feelings to his reasoned reflections; to prefer in all circumstances the verdict of his intellect to that of his immediate intuitions.

What man has joined, nature is powerless to put asunder.