It is never the thing but the version of the thing.

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates.

I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me.

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom.

in the presence of extraordinary actuality, consciousness takes the place of imagination.

One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be.

The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.