I'd like to get away from earth awhile / And then come back to it and begin over.

Poetry is the renewal of words, setting them free, and that's what a poet is doing: loosening the words.

The chance is the remotest, Of its going much longer unnoticed, That I'm not keeping pace With the headlong human race

If you're looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts.

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?

The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.

I hate the idea that you ought to read the whole of anybody.