Artistic inevitability lies in the complete adequacy of the external to the emotion.

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

Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?

The work of creation is never without travail.

Dear Mother, I am getting on nicely in my work at the bank, and like it ... I want to find out something about the science of money while I am at it; it is an extraordinarily interesting subject.

Yeats was the greatest poet of our times . . . certainly the greatest in this language, and so far as I am able to judge, in any language.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.