Style is the perfection of a point of view.
Mind is a most delicate evidence. Not a soul has seen it yet.
Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now.
If a poet writes to save his soul, he may save the soul of others.
The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants
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?"