A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.

College is a refuge from hasty judgment.

We cannot tell some people what it is believe, partly because they are too stupid to understand, partly because we are too proudly vague to explain.

I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

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

No memory of having starred atones for later disregard, or keeps the end from being hard.

There are three things, after all, that a poem must reach: the eye, the ear, and what we may call the heart or the mind. It is the most important of all to reach the heart of the reader.