All poetry is putting the infinite within the finite.

Are there not, dear Michael, Two points in the adventure of the diver,- One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge; One, when a prince he rises with his pearl? Festus, I plunge.

There are those who believe something, and therefore will tolerate nothing; and on the other hand, those who tolerate everything, because they believe nothing.

All poetry is difficult to read - The sense of it anyhow.

Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.

Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.

You should not take a fellow eight years old and make him swear to never kiss the girls.