It can never be satisfied, the mind, never.
As life grows more terrible, its literature grows more terrible.
It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.
Money is a kind of poetry.
Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.
A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.
After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs.
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.
How full of trifles everything is! It is only one's thoughts that fill a room with something more than furniture.
I do not know which to prefer, The beauty of inflections, Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling, Or just after.
One's ignorance is one's chief asset.
The fire burns as the novel taught it how.
Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking.