Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown.

A play should give you something to think about. When I see a play and understand it the first time, then I know it can't be much good.

Taking the question in general, I should say, in the case of many poets, that the most important thing for them to do ... is to write as little as possible

The endless cycle of idea and action, Endless invention, endless experiment, Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance, All our ignorance brings us nearer to death, But nearness to death no nearer to God. Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information? The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries Bring us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.

There is no such thing as a lost cause, because there is no such thing as a gained cause

All significant truths are private truths. As they become public they cease to become truths; they become facts, or at best, part of the public character; or at worst, catchwords.