I consider criticism merely a preliminary excitement, a statement of things a writer has to clear up in his own head sometime or other, probably antecedent to writing; of no value unless it come to fruit in the created work later.

What thou lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage

Be not cheap or mediocre in desiring.

I think an alliance with Stalin's Russia is rotten.

A civilized man is one who will give a serious answer to a serious question. Civilization itself is a certain sane balance of values.

The primary pigment of poetry is the IMAGE.

The art of letters will come to an end before A.D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity.