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

A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time, or alien in language, or diverse in interest.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.

Philosophy: a purple bullfinch in a lilac tree.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

That is the worst moment, when you feel you have lost / The desires for all that was most desirable, / Before you are contented with what you can desire; / Before you know what is left to be desired; / And you go on wishing that you could desire / What desire has left behind.

The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion.