We must breathe time as fishes breathe water.

I like to find what's not found at once, but lies within something of another nature, in repose, distinct.

If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.

There's in my mind a... turbulent moon-ridden girl or old woman, or both, dressed in opals and rags, feathers and torn taffeta, who knows strange songs but she is not kind.

Peace as a positive condition of society, not merely as an interim between wars, is something so unknown that it casts no images on the mind's screen.

But we have only begun to love the earth. We have only begun to imagine the fullness of life. How could we tire of hope?-so much is in bud.

Insofar as poetry has a social function it is to awaken sleepers by other means than shock.