What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.

O Marvelous! What new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.

beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.

For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.

Death will be too late to bring us aid.

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

A poem is a small machine made out of words.