Life is an affair of people not of places. But for me, life is an affair of places and that is the trouble.
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow.
The poet makes silk dresses out of worms.
The imagination is man's power over nature.