To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.

...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.

Cognition reigns but does not rule.

We hope vaguely but dread precisely.

Poe is the only impeccable writer. He was never mistaken.

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

The dog has made man their God, if the dog was an atheist, it would be perfect.