Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge
Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.
It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater.
No ideas but in things.
But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.
Most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them