Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.

In the Augustan age ... poetry was ... the sister of architecture; with the romantics, and their heightened vowel-sense, resulting in different melodic lines, she became the sister of music; in the present day, she appears like the sister of horticulture, each poem growing according to the law of its own nature.

All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart.

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

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.

It is hardly respectable to be good nowadays.