An artist's sensitivity to criticism is, at least in part, an effort to keep unimpaired the zest, or confidence, or arrogance, which he needs to make creation possible; or an instinct to climb through his problems in his own way as he should, and must.

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.

Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement... says heaven and earth in one word... speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time.

It is the individual man in his individual freedom who can mature with his warm spirit the unripe world.

I travel light; as light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his body around because of its sentimental value.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing

Coffee in England is just toasted milk.