How red the rose that is the soldier

If some really acute observer made as much of egotism as Freud has made of sex, people would forget a good deal about sex and find the explanation for everything in egotism.

What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.

The river is moving. The blackbird must be flying.

Yet there is no spring in Florida, neither in boskage perdu, nor on the nunnery beaches.

I know noble accents And lucid, inescapable rhythms; But I know, too, That the blackbird is involved In what I know.

The word is the making of the world