I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me.

Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.

The reading of a poem should be an experience. Its writing must be all the more so.

Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill.

The mind is smaller than the eye.

In European thought in general, as contrasted with American, vigor, life and originality have a kind of easy, professional utterance. American -- on the other hand, is expressed in an eager amateurish way. A European gives a sense of scope, of survey, of consideration. An American is strained, sensational. One is artistic gold; the other is bullion.

An old argument with me is that the true religious force in the world is not the church, but the world itself: the mysterious callings of Nature and our responses.