Yeats was the greatest poet of our times . . . certainly the greatest in this language, and so far as I am able to judge, in any language.

To approach the stranger is to invite the unexpected, release a new force, let the genie out of the bottle. It is to start a new train of events that is beyond your control.

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.

Bad poets imitate, good poets steal.

All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance.