It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow.

I was myself the compass of that sea: I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw Or heard or felt came not but from myself; And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.

Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility.

Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right.

Imagination applied to the whole world is vapid in comparison to imagination applied to a detail.

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