Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

A real book is not one that we read, but one that reads us.

What is a Professor of Poetry? How can poetry be professed?

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep

Every autobiography is concerned with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a Sancho Panza, the Self.

Love each other or perish.

A poet feels the impulse to create a work of art when the passive awe provoked by an event is transformed into a desire to express that awe in a rite of worship.