The mind is smaller than the eye.

The reader became the book; and summer night Was like the conscious being of the book.

Poetry increases the feeling for reality.

We have been a little insane about the truth. We have had an obsession.

One cannot spend one's time in being modern when there are so many more important things to be.

To a large extent, the problems of poets are the problems of painters, and poets must often turn to the literature of painting for a discussion of their own problems.

All the great things have been denied and we live in an intricacy of new and local mythologies, political, economic, poetic, which are asserted with an ever-enlarging incoherence.