To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game; the ideal is to suggest.
The point of vision and desire are the same.
The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book.
Life is the elimination of what is dead.
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.