Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

I'm afraid I wasn't much of a student, but my casual reading was enormous.

Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.

He whose first emotion, on the view of an excellent work, is to undervalue or depreciate it, will never have one of his own to show.

We are the ghosts of the singing furies .

Schoolchildren all over America are told to write to authors-often to authors whom they have never before heard of, whose work they are to young to understand in the least, and often in letters which are almost illiterate. If children are to be taught to respect the work of American poets I think some better way might be found to do so- some way which would not make such an inconsiderate demand on the author's time.

The hiss was now becoming a roar - the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow - but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, it said sleep.