I don't think I can really believe in doomsday; I could hardly believe in rewards and punishments, in heaven or hell. As I wrote down in one of my sonnets - I seem to be always plagiarizing, imitating myself or somebody else for that matter - I think I am quite unworthy of heaven or of hell, and even of immortality.

If I were asked to name the chief event in my life, I should say my father's library.

The two important facts I should say, are emotion, and then words arising from emotion. I don't think you can write in an emotionless way. If you attempt it, the result is artificial. I don't like that kind of writing. I think that if a poem is really great, you should think of it as having written itself despite the author. It should flow.

How can we manage to illuminate the pathos of our lives?

Doubt is one of the names of intelligence.

Reality is partial to symmetry and slight anachronisms

Time is the tiger that devours me, but I am that tiger.