Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too.

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

I can't make head or tail of Life. Love is a fine thing, Art is a fine thing, Nature is a fine thing; but the average human mind and spirit are confusing beyond measure. Sometimes I think that all our learning is the little learning of the maxim. To laugh at a Roman awe-stricken in a sacred grove is to laugh at something today.

Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.

The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real.