The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first.

Turn things you've always wanted to do, into things you've done

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.

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

There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.

My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down.

life is long between the desire and the spasm.