Do they [the publishers of Murphy] not understand that if the book is slightly obscure it is because it is a compression and thatto compress it further can only make it more obscure?

Spend the years of learning squandering Courage for the years of wandering Through a world politely turning From the loutishness of learning.

Poetry is essentially the antithesis of Metaphysics: Metaphysics purge the mind of the senses and cultivate the disembodiment of the spiritual; Poetry is all passionate and feeling and animates the inanimate; Metaphysics are most perfect when concerned with universals; Poetry, when most concerned with particulars.

Dying for dark — and the darker the Worse. Strange.

What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.

Enough to know no knowing.

Name, no, nothing is nameable, tell, no, nothing can be told, what then, I don't know, I shouldn't have begun.