...in song the words tend to lose their significance, do often lose it, while at the other extreme, in current prose it is the musical value that tends to disappear - so that verse stands symmetrically, as it were, between song, on the one hand, and prose on the other - and is thus admirably and delicately balanced between the sensual and the intellectual power of language.

Let us enrich ourselves with our mutual differences.

A bad poem is one that vanishes into meaning.

God created man and, finding him not sufficiently alone, gave him a companion to make him feel his solitude more keenly.

Oh, hasten not this loving act, Rapture where self and not-self meet: My life has been the awaiting you, Your footfall was my own heart's beat.

Long years must pass before the truths we have made for ourselves become our very flesh.

The purpose of psychology is to give us a completely different idea of the things we know best.