Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.

I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.

Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.

The poet is the priest of the invisible.

The mind can never be satisfied.

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.

Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.