The fire burns as the novel taught it how.

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.

To name an object is to deprive a poem of three-fourths of its pleasure, which consists in a little-by-little guessing game; the ideal is to suggest.

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

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.