Poetry is a peerless proficiency of the imagination.
Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.
To wear the arctic fox you have to kill it.
When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.
The power of the visible is the invisible.
I, too, dislike it. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it, after all, a place for the genuine.