Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container.

In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Poetry is a satifying of the desire for resemblance.

The genuine artist is never 'true to life.' He sees what is real, but not as we are normally aware of it. We do not go storming through life like actors in a play. Art is never real life.

You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing.

The purpose of poetry is to make life complete in itself.