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

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

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.

Everything possessed the power to transform itself, or else, and what meant more, to be transformed.

New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.

I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary Angel of earth, since, in my sight, you see the earth again.

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.