Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.

But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.

O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart.

Your work is carved out of agony as a statue is carved out of marble.

The measured blood beats out the year's delay.

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

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