I can't make head or tail of Life. Love is a fine thing, Art is a fine thing, Nature is a fine thing; but the average human mind and spirit are confusing beyond measure. Sometimes I think that all our learning is the little learning of the maxim. To laugh at a Roman awe-stricken in a sacred grove is to laugh at something today.

All poetry is experimental poetry.

Realism is a corruption of reality.

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.

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.

God is gracious to some very peculiar people.

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