It's always our touches of vanity that manage to betray us.
Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.
Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing
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.
One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.
My trouble is I'm the sort of writer who only finds out what he's getting at by the time he's got to the end of it.