No poem is worth anything unless it starts from a poetic trance, out of which you can be wakened by interruption as from a dream. In fact, it is the same thing.

A banker warned the British poet Robert Graves that one could not grow rich writing poetry. He replied that if there was no money in poetry, there was certainly no poetry in money, and so it was all even.

To be a poet is a condition rather than a profession.

We forget cruelty and past betrayal, Heedless of where the next bright bolt may fall.

Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.

Marriage, like money, is still with us; and, like money, progressively devalued.

There is one story and one story only.