A poet's words are of things that do not exist without the words.

The poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully.

I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.

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.

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.

Imagination...is the irrepressible revolutionist.