No good poetry is ever written in a manner twenty years old, for to write in such a manner shows conclusively that the writer thinks from books, convention and cliché, not from real life.

Artists are the antennae of the race, but the bullet-headed many will never learn to trust the great artists.

What thou lovest well remains.

Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.

The primary pigment of poetry is the IMAGE.

Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree.

A great age of literature is perhaps always a great age of translations.