A poem may be an instance of morality, of social conditions, of psychological history; it may instance all its qualities, but never one of them alone, nor any two or three; never less than all.

But we shall not know the world by looking at it; we know it by looking at the hovering fly.

In a manner of speaking, the poem is its own knower, neither poet nor reader knowing anything that the poem says apart from the words of the poem.

Genetic theories, I gather, have been cherished academically with detachment.

Other psychological theories say a good deal about compensation.

Religion is the sole technique for the validating of values.

For intellect is a mansion where waste is without drain.