The climate of our culture is changing. Under these new rains, new suns, small things grow great, and what was great grows small; whole species disappear and are replaced.

I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness - that darkness flung me - Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.

One of the most obvious facts about grownups to a child is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child.

The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.

More and more people think of the critic as an indispensable middle man between writer and reader, and would no more read a book alone, if they could help it, than have a baby alone.

It is always hard for poets to believe that one says their poems are bad not because one is a fiend but because their poems are bad.

Say what you like, but such things do happen - not often, but they do happen.