It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.

As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.

I am the angel of Reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.

If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution.

I certainly do not exist from nine to six, when I am at the office.

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.

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.