If you will not have God (and He is a jealous God), you should pay your respects to Hitler or Stalin.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.

Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

Whatever you do, don't whimper, but take the consequences.

The historical sense compels a man to write not merely with his own generation in his bones, but with a feeling that the whole of literature from Homer and within it the whole of the literature of his own country has a simultaneous existence and composes a simultaneous order.

What a poem means is as much what it means to others as what it means to the author; and indeed, in the course of time a poet may become merely reader in respect to his own works, forgetting his original meaning.