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

Poetry is a response to the daily necessity of getting the world right.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow.

Poetry is poetry, and one's objective as a poet is to achieve poetry precisely as one's objective in music is to achieve music.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.