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.

Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now.

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.

The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants

If a poet writes to save his soul, he may save the soul of others.