The need for a rational consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds.

Neither is a dictionary a bad book to read. There is no can't in it, no excess of explanation, and it is full of suggestion, the raw material of possible poems and histories.

If the race is good, so is the place.

Health, south wind, books, old trees, a boat, a friend.

I hate the prostitution of the name of friendship to signify modish and worldly alliances.

It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once a poem.

Every mind must make its choice between truth and repose. It cannot have both.