A Cambridge lady, hearing of the latest Suicide, said to her friend, turning off TV for tea, "Well, my dear, doesn't it seem a little like going where you haven't been invited?"
Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet.
Style is the perfection of a point of view.
If a poet writes to save his soul, he may save the soul of others.
Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country.
Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to establish them. If you have in any way touched the central heart of mankind's feelings, you'll survive.