...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door.

Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too.

Anything is beautiful if you say it is.

Money is a kind of poetry.

Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.