I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you Which shall be the darkness of God. . . . So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

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.

It is worth while dying, to find out what life is.

The endless cycle of idea and action, / Endless invention, endless experiment, / Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; / Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; / Knowledge of words, and ignorance of The Word.

Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.