I may say that I think greed about poetry is the only permissible greed - it is, indeed, unavoidable.

If certain critics and poetasters had their way, 'Ordinary Piety' and its child, Dullness, would be the masters of poetry.

By the time I was eleven years old, I had been taught that nature, far from abhorring a Vacuum, positively adores it.

One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable.

As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality. It should make our days holy to us. The poet should speak to all men, for a moment, of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.

I have never, in all my life, been so odious as to regard myself as 'superior' to any living being, human or animal. I just walked alone - as I have always walked alone.

The poet is the complete lover of mankind.