Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.

Coffee in England is just toasted milk.

How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?

Imagination is the wide-open eye which leads us always to see truth more vividly.

Poetry has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate

It's always our touches of vanity that manage to betray us.