A tradition without intelligence is not worth having.

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experience ?in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes.

Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.

We should not confuse information with knowledge.

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.

Culture is the one thing that we cannot deliberately aim at. It is the product of a variety of more or less harmonious activities, each pursued for its own sake.