I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man's ditch.

Literature is always personal, always one man's vision of the world, one man's experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.

A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.

What is literature but the expression of moods by the vehicle of symbol and incident?

I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.

What man does not understand, he fears; and what he fears, he tends to destroy.

We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.