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

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

This love is silent.

You are the music while the music lasts.

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

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.