We learn what poetry is - if we ever learn - by reading it.

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

To make an end is to make a beginning.

If you will not have God (and He is a jealous God), you should pay your respects to Hitler or Stalin.

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.

You can evade life, but you can not evade Death.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.