What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.

Poetry is the statement of a relation between a man and the world

The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.

Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.

To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game; the ideal is to suggest.