It is not necessarily those lands which are the most fertile or most favored in climate that seem to me the happiest, but those in which a long struggle of adaptation between man and his environment has brought out the best qualities of both.

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.

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

Hell is oneself, hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

An editor should tell the author his writing is better than it is. Not a lot better, a little better.

The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious.

Every moment is a fresh beginning.