I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil, but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful.

Meanings, moods, the whole scale of our inner experience, finds in nature the 'correspondences' through which we may know our boundless selves.

... the poem reminds us of what we ourselves know, but did not know we knew; reminds us, above all, of what we are.

Academia is a graveyard of poets.

The work of the artist is to heal the soul.

And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance- they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins.

Of all the arts the living of a life is perhaps the greatest; to live every moment of life with the same imaginative commitment as the poet brings to a special field.