When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.

The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions.

I say to you: Make perfect your will. / I say: take no thought of the harvest, / But only of proper sowing.

A tradition without intelligence is not worth having.

And all shall be well and/ All manner of thing shall be well/ By the purification of the motive/ In the ground of our beseeching

All art emulates the condition of ritual. That is what it comes from and to that it must always return for nourishment.

Taking the question in general, I should say, in the case of many poets, that the most important thing for them to do ... is to write as little as possible