Not less of love, but expanding Of love beyond desire, and so liberation From the Future as well as the past.

The fool,fixed in his folly,may think He can turn the wheel on which he turns.

The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

The majority of poems one outgrows and outlives, as one outgrows and outlives the majority of human passions.

As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.

My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down.