The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.

The imperfect is our paradise.

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.

It is the imagination pressing back against the pressure of reality. It seems, in the last analysis, to have something to do with our self-preservation; and that, no doubt, is why the expression of it, the sound of its words, helps us to live our lives.

The imagination is the liberty of the mind It is intrpeid and eager and the extreme of its achievement lies in abstraction.

How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.

Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.