Quiet this metal! Let the manes put off their terror, let them put off their aqueous bodies with fire. Let them assume the milk-white bodies of agate. Let them draw together the bones of the metal.

If I could believe the Quakers banned music because church music is so damn bad, I should view them with approval.

If a man isn't willing to take some risk for his opinions, either his opinions are no good or he's no good.

Glance is the enemy of vision.

Poetry is a sort of inspired mathematics, which gives us equations, not for abstract figures, triangles, squares, and the like, but for the human emotions. If one has a mind which inclines to magic rather than science, one will prefer to speak of these equations as spells or incantations; it sounds more arcane, mysterious, recondite.

Be not cheap or mediocre in desiring.

When words cease to cling close to things, kingdoms fall, empires wane and diminish.