So the lover must struggle for words.

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph.

I suspect that in our loathing of totalitarianism, there is infused a good deal of admiration for its efficiency.

Do I dare disturb the universe?

The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up into poetry, to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all.

Teach us to care and not to care

In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.