That which is possible is inevitable.

Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.

It is difficult to get the news from poetry, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.

Love is unworldly and nothing comes of it but love.

Poets are being pursued by the philosophers today, out of the poverty of philosophy. God damn it, you might think a man had no business to be writing, to be a poet unless some philosophic stinker gave him permission.

Say it, no ideas but in things - nothing but the blank faces of the houses and cylindrical trees bent, forked by preconception and accident - split, furrowed, creased, mottled, stained - secret - into the body of the light!

If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.