Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity.

A pure mathematical series would be one in which each term is derived from the preceding term by a rule.

The first question at that time in poetry was simply the question of honesty, of sincerity.

The self is no mystery, the mystery is / That there is something for us to stand on

There are situations which cannot honorably be met by art.

Things explain each other, not themselves.

The meaning of a poem is in the cadences and the shape of the lines and the pulse of the thought which is given by those lines.