Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?'/Let us go and make our visit.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experience ?in the mind of the poet these experiences are always forming new wholes.

All time is eternal, moving inexorably toward an end which we believe is a result of our actions, but over which our control is mere illusion.

In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.

Human kind cannot bear much reality.

There are three conditions which often look alike Yet differ completely, flourish in the same hedgerow: Attachment to self and to things and to persons, detachment From self and from things and from persons; and, growing between them, indifference, ... .