All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas.

Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.

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.

People ought to like poetry the way a child likes snow & they would if poets wrote it.

God is in me or else is not at all.

Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.

It's not always easy to tell the difference between thinking and looking out of the window.