The spirit world doesn't admit to communicating with me, so it's fairly even.

When you write it doesn't occur to you that somebody could think different from what you do.

It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.

Nothing in the universe can travel at the speed of light, they say, forgetful of the shadow's speed.

When modern writers gave up telling stories, they gave up the greatest thing we had.

I think there was a revolution in poetry, associated chiefly with Eliot and Pound; but maybe it is of the nature of revolutions or of the nature of history that their innovations should later come to look trivial or indistinguishable from technical tricks.

Religion and science both profess peace (and the sincerity of the professors is not being doubted), but each always turns out to have a dominant part in any war that is going or contemplated.