Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.

I do not suppose that anyone not a poet can realize the agony of creating a poem. Every nerve, even every muscle, seems strained to the breaking point. The poem will not be denied; to refuse to write it would be a greater torture. It tears its way out of the brain, splintering and breaking its passage, and leaves that organ in the state of a jelly-fish when the task is done.

Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented.

Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.

I know that a creed is the shell of a lie.

Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good.

Time! Joyless emblem of the greed of millions, robber of the best which earth can give.