Science is unpoetic only to minds jaundiced with sentiment and romanticism . . . the great masters of the past boasted all they could of it and found it magical.

But the one thing you should. not do is to suppose that when something is wrong with the arts, it is wrong with the arts ONLY.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation, neither are they transmitted by book learning. The mystic tradition, any mystic tradition, is of a similar nature, that is, it is dependent on direct perception, a 'knowledge' as permanent as the faculty for receiving it.

Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.

The sum of human wisdom is not contained in any one language.

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.

The Image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy.