Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality.
All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart.
It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.
One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable.
Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting. I believe she must have a pattern somewhere.
I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it.