I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.

Reality is not what it is. It consists of the many realities which it can be made into.

I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me.

Most poets who have little or nothing to say are concerned primarily with the way in which they say it ... if it is true that the style of a poem and the poem itself are one, ... it may be ... that the poets who have little or nothing to say are, or will be, the poets that matter.

The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

So, too, if, to our surprise, we should meet one of these morons whose remarks are so conspicuous a part of the folklore of the world of the radio--remarks made without using either the tongue or the brain, spouted much like the spoutings of small whales--we should recognize him as below the level of nature but not as below the level of the imagination.