A pear should come to the table popped with juice, Ripened in warmth and served in warmth. On terms Like these, autumn beguiles the fatalist.

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.

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.

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

Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.