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

Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.

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

In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

Everything is complicated; if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom.

In poetry, you must love the words, the ideas and the images and rhythms with all your capacity to love anything at all.

Money is a kind of poetry.

If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution.

The imagination is man's power over nature.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.

To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.