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.

Poetry has to be something more than a conception of the mind. It has to be a revelation of nature. Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.

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

Success as a result of industry is a peasant's ideal.

The mind is smaller than the eye.

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.