As things are now going the peace we make, what peace we seem to be making, will be a peace of oil, a peace of gold, a peace of shipping, a peace in brief.without moral purpose or human interest.

We have learned the answers, all the answers: it is the question that we do not know.

Children know the grace of god better than most of us. They see the world the way the morning brings it back to them; new and born and fresh and wonderful.

Young poets are advised by their elders to avoid the practice of journalism as they would wet socks and gin before breakfast.

A poem should not mean but be.

The infantile cowardice of our time which demands an external pattern, a nonhuman authority.

It is not in the world of ideas that life is lived. Life is lived for better or worse in life, and to a man in life, his life can be no more absurd than it can be the opposite of absurd, whatever that opposite may be.