One must read poetry with one's nerves.

People ought to like poetry the way a child likes snow & they would if poets wrote it.

Key West, unfortunately, is becoming rather literary and artistic.

Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into.

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.

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

Beauty is momentary in the mind -- The fitful tracing of a portal; But in the flesh it is immortal. The body dies; the body's beauty lives. So evenings die, in their green going, A wave, interminably flowing.