Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time.

True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?

Intellectuals range through the finest gradations of kind and quality: from those who are merely educated neurotics, usually with strong hidden reactionary tendencies, through mediocrities of all kinds, to men of real brains and sensibility, more or less stiffened into various respectabilities or substitutes for respectability. The number of Ignorant Specialists is large. The number of hysterics and compulsives is also large.

Perhaps this very instant is your time.

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!