Between the desire And the spasm, Between the potency And the existence, Between the essence And the descent, Falls the Shadow.

I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.

And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.

Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.

Bad poets imitate, good poets steal.

Ash on an old man's sleeve / Is all the ash the burnt roses leave, / Dust in the air suspended / Marks the place where a story ended.