Imagination is the will of things. . . .

Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility.

The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.

Poetry is a satifying of the desire for resemblance.

The imperfect is our paradise.

Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.