The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.

It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.

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

Picasso was a delightful, kindly, friendly, simple little man. When I met him he was extremely excited and overjoyed that his mother-in-law had just died, and he was looking forward to the funeral.

The poet is the complete lover of mankind.

I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.

Virginia Woolf, I enjoyed talking to her, but thought nothing of her writing. I considered her 'a beautiful little knitter.