We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

The Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.

Neither Christ nor Buddha nor Socrates wrote a book, for to do so is to exchange life for a logical process.

I think it better that in times like these a poet's mouth be silent, for in truth we have no gift to set a statesman right.

Where there is nothing, there is God.

If a poet interprets a poem of his own he limits its suggestibility.