Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest soon topples down the hill.

Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.

It seems to me that love, if it is fine, is essentially a discipline.

The living can assist the imagination of the dead.

Even when the poet seems most himself . . . he is never the bundle of accident and incoherence that sits down to breakfast; he has been reborn as an idea, something intended, complete.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

Our own acts are isolated and one act does not buy absolution for another.