Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private.
Poetry is the scholar's art.
The imagination is one of the forces of nature.
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
A poem makes clear without making simple. Poetry's language carries what lives outside language. It's as if you were given a 5-gallon bucket with 10 gallons of water in it. Mysterious thirsts are answered. That alchemical bucket carries secrets also, even the ones we keep from ourselves.
Copying is about reverse-engineering.
Nothing can now be believed which is seen in a newspaper. Truth itself becomes suspicious by being put into that polluted vehicle. The real extent of this state of misinformation is known only to those who are in situations to confront facts within their knowledge with the lies of the day.
Ye'll never best your fears until ye face them