Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.

No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.

There's no vocabulary For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.

When a great poet has lived, certain things have been done once for all, and cannot be achieved again.

The young feel tired at the end of an action, the old at the beginning.

In the end is my beginning.

Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of genius.