Life is not free from its forms.

The imagination is man's power over nature.

The poet's function is to make his imagination . . . become the light in the mind of others. His role, in short, is to help people to live their lives.

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

Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering The boughs of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul.

The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real. When it adheres to the unreal and intensifies what is unreal, while its first effect may be extraordinary, that effect is the maximum effect that it will ever have.

It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are.