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

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.

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.

The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world.

What is the special privilege of youth? It is, I think, the power of looking forward, the firm belief that the future holds something that is worth possessing, and that, therefore, one can let the present moment drop from one without regret and without fear.

... all ugliness passes, and beauty endures, excepting of the skin.