A book is not harmless merely because no one is consciously offended by it.

After such knowledge, what forgiveness? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors And issues, deceives with whispering ambitions Guides us by vanities.

Honest criticism and sensitive appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.

In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing

Time past and time future allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time.

At the beach - time you enjoyed wasting, is not wasted.

Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.