We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.

Divinity must live within herself: Passions of rain, or moods in the falling snow; Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued Elations when the forest blooms; gusty Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights; All pleasures and all pains, remembering The boughs of summer and the winter branch. These are the measures destined for her soul.

To a large extent, the problems of poets are the problems of painters, and poets must often turn to the literature of painting for a discussion of their own problems.

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

We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.

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

Poetry is the scholar's art.