I believe in the possibility of happiness, if one cultivates intuition and outlives the grosser passions, including optimism.

Poetry is an attenuation, a rehandling, an echo of crude experience; it is itself a theoretic vision of things at arm's length.

We should have to abandon our vested illusions, our irrational religions and patriotisms.

Only the dead have seen the end of the war.

There is a kind of courtesy in skepticism. It would be an offense against polite conventions to press our doubts too far.

Wealth, religion, military victory have more rhetorical than efficacious worth.

In each person I catch the fleeting suggestion of something beautiful and swear eternal friendship with that.