Freud was way off base in considering sex the fundamental motivation. The ruling passion in men is minding each other's business.

That day she put our heads together, Fate had her imagination about her, Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather.

Everything written is as good as it is dramatic. It need not declare itself in form, but it is drama or nothing.

Scholars and artists thrown together are often annoyed at the puzzle of where they differ. Both work from knowledge; but I suspectthey differ most importantly in the way their knowledge is come by. Scholars get theirs with conscientious thoroughness along projected lines of logic; poets theirs cavalierly and as it happens in and out of books. They stick to nothing deliberately, but let what will stick to them like burrs where they walk in the fields.

A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age.

Far in the pillared dark Thrush music went- Almost like a call to come in To the dark and lament. But no, I was out for stars: I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.

Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.