The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up into poetry, to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all.

It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.

Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.

The communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Every experience is a paradox in that it means to be absolute, and yet is relative; in that it somehow always goes beyond itself and yet never escapes itself.

We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.

I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.

Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.

So the lover must struggle for words.

This love is silent.

I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.

There is no method but to be very intelligent.

Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?

A toothache, or a violent passion, is not necessarily diminished by our knowledge of its causes, its character, its importance or insignificance.

Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

You are the music while the music lasts.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug's game. No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: He may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Home is where one starts from.

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.