I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.

Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.

These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. They are only meant to terrify & comfort.

I think that what happens in my poetic work in the future will depend on my being knocked in the face, and thrown flat, and given cancer, and all kinds of other things short of senile dementia.

So if I were talking to a young writer, I would recommend the cultivation of extreme indifference to both praise and blame because praise will lead you to vanity, and blame will lead you to self-pity, and both are bad for writers.

I didn't want to be like Yeats; I wanted to be Yeats.

This world is gradually becoming a place Where I do not care to be any more.