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.

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.

A bad memory is the mother of invention.

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 is a bore to someone. That is unimportant. The thing to avoid is being a bore to oneself.

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.

The cliche is dead poetry.