All one's inventions are true, you can be sure of that. Poetry is as exact a science as geometry.

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.

Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.