Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves, they won't believe again in their own size.

No hero is mortal till he dies.

A poet must never make a statement simply because it is sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true.

The nightingales are sobbing in The orchards of our mothers, And hearts that we broke long ago Have long been breaking others; Tears are round, the sea is deep: Roll them overboard and sleep.

Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.

To read is to translate, for no two persons' experiences are the same. A bad reader is like a bad translator: he interprets literally when he ought to paraphrase and paraphrases when he ought to interpret literally.

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.