One of the marks of a great poet is that he creates his own family of words and teaches them to live together in harmony and to help one another.

Everyone alters and is altered by everyone else. We are all the time taking in portions of one another or else reacting against them, and by these involuntary acquisitions and repulsions modifying our natures.

It is by sitting down to write every morning that he becomes a writer. Those who do not do this remain amateurs.

The cliché is dead poetry. English, being the language of an imaginative race, abounds in clichés, so that English literature is always in danger of being poisoned by its own secretions.

We should all live as if we were never going to die, for it is the deaths of our friends that hurt us, not our own.

Do not believe those persons who say they have never been jealous. What they mean is that they have never been in love.

Poets and painters are outside the class system, or rather they constitute a special class of their own, like the circus people and the Gypsies.