What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

England has always been disinclined to accept human nature.

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

The sort of poetry I seek resides in objects man can't touch.

The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.