It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.

The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.

I'll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

The poem is always the last resort. In it the poet makes a world in little, and finds peace, even though, under complete focused emotion, the evocation be far more bitter than reality, or far more lovely.

At midnight tears Run into your ears.