The imagination is one of the forces of nature..

True villains are extremely photogenic..

Human nature is like water. It takes the shape of its container..

Disillusion is the last illusion..

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself..

It is never the thing but the version of the thing..

The poet is the priest of the invisible..

The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it..

Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs..

Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor..

I thought how utterly we have forsaken the Earth, in the sense of excluding it from our thoughts. There are but few who consider its physical hugenes….

Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark..

Poetry is a means of redemption..

Time is a horse that runs in the heart, a horse Without a rider on a road at night. The mind sits listening and hears it pass..

Anything is beautiful if you say it is..

The summer night is like a perfection of thought..

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake..

The world about us would be desolate except for the world within us..

Accuracy of observation is the equivalent of accuracy of thinking..

It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem..

I do not know which to prefer - The beauty of inflections Or the beauty of innuendoes, The blackbird whistling Or just after..