The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.

The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.

I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice.

There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won't, and that's a wife who can't cook and will.

For me the initial delight is in the surprise of remembering something I didn't know I knew. I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew.