Poets should ignore most criticism and get on with making poetry.
Oh the wild joys of living! The leaping from rock to rock. . . the cool silver shock of the plunge in a pool's living waters.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
When I love most, love is disguised. In hate; and when hate is surprised, in love, then I hate most.
Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.
Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.
In my experience of vegan food it tends to be a symphony of beige.
Even the most humane and compassionate of the monotheisms and polytheisms are complicit in this quiet and irrational authoritarianism: they proclaim us, in Fulke Greville's unforgettable line, "Created sick Commanded to be well. " And there are totalitarian insinuations to back this up if its appeal should fail.
I don’t know whether this world has a meaning that transcends it. But I know that I cannot know that meaning and that it is impossible for me just now to know it.
I was in favour of the death penalty, and disposed to regard abolitionists as people whose hearts were bigger than their heads. Four years of close study of the subject gradually dispelled that feeling. In the end I became convinced that the abolitionists were right in their conclusions. . . and that far from the sentimental approach leading into their camp and the rational one into that of the supporters, it was the other way about.