In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.
Peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
Americans are not brought up with meter. They're not brought up with poetry. If you try to get them to recite, they're too embarrassed.
The English language is nobody's special property.
When poems are no good they don't make any sense.
We make too much of that long groan which underlines the past.