This world is good enough for me, if only I can be good enough for it.
Poetry contains nothing haphazard.
The machinations of ambiguity are among the very roots of poetry.
Law makes long spokes of the short stakes of men.
It seems unpleasantly refined to put things off till someone knows.
I'm afraid I take ... this rather clinical view of love: it's saving you from madness. I'm not so enthusiastic as other poets have been.