The definition of hell is a place where nothing connects with nothing.

Gradually we come to admit that Shakespeare understands a greater extent and variety of human life than Dante; but that Dante understands deeper degrees of degradation and higher degrees of exaltation.

With a poem you can say 'I got my feeling into words for myself. I now have the equivalent in words for that much of what I have felt.'

I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, and I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker, and in short, I was afraid.

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

We ask only to be reassured About the noises in the cellar And the window that should not have been open

Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.