I have gone into the waste lonely places

Reason? That dreary shed, that hutch for grubby schoolboys.

Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.

In a dark time, the eye begins to see / I meet my shadow in the deepening shade...Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.

A mind too active is no mind at all.

You must believe: a poem is a holy thing - a good poem, that is. The poem, even a short time after being written, seems no miracle; unwritten, it seems something beyond the capacity of the gods.

Being, not doing, is my first joy.