Anything is beautiful if you say it is.

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.

How has the human spirit ever survived the terrific literature with which it has had to contend?

Poetry is poetry, and one's objective as a poet is to achieve poetry precisely as one's objective in music is to achieve music.

We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.

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

Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.