A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
Wolf's wool is the best of wool, / but it cannot be sheared because / the wolf will not comply.
The mind is an enchanting thing is an enchanted thing, like the glaze on a katydid-wing subdivided by sun till the nettings are legion.
You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief.
The weak overcomes its/ menace, the strong over-/comes itself.
... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ... ... if you demand on one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, then you are interested in poetry.