A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

We were put on this earth to make things.

What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves.

A god who is both self-sufficient and content to remain so could not interest us enough to raise the question of his existence.

Our sufferings and weaknesses, in so far as they are personal, are of no literary interest whatsoever. They are only interesting in so far as we can see them as typical of the human condition.

Routine, in an intelligent man, is a sign of ambition.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.