Talking about the past is like a cat's trying to explain climbing down a ladder.

- Robert Lowell

The Lord survives the rainbow of His will.

- Robert Lowell

Their monument sticks like a fishbone in the city's throat.

- Robert Lowell

If youth is a defect, it is one we outgrow too soon.

- Robert Lowell

In the end, every hypochondriac is his own prophet.

- Robert Lowell

I was overcome with an attack of pathological enthusiasm.

- Robert Lowell

Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone

- Robert Lowell

In the end, there is no end.

- Robert Lowell

I will catch Christ with a greased worm, And when the Prince of Darkness stalks My bloodstream to its Stygian term . . . On water the Man-Fisher walk…

- Robert Lowell