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

God and the imagination are one.

It must be this rhapsody or none, The rhapsody of things as they are.

The consolations of space are nameless things. It was after the neurosis of winter. It was In the genius of summer that they blew up The statue of Jove among the boomy clouds. It took all day to quieten the sky And then to refill its emptiness again.

Life is the elimination of what is dead.

I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary Angel of earth, since, in my sight, you see the earth again.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.