Between the conception and the creation, between the emotion and the response, Falls the shadow.
The darkness declares the glory of the light.
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.
When war is not just it is subsequently justified; so it becomes many things. In reality, an unjust war is merely piracy. It consists of piracy, ego and, more than anything, money. War is our century’s prostitution.
No artist produces great art by a deliberate attempt to express his own personality.
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing.
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
What is true, is true only for one time and only for one place.
Those who arrive at the end of the journey are not those who began.
I believe the moment of birth Is when we have knowledge of death I believe the season of birth Is the season of sacrifice.
The poet’s mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together.
Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.
When a great poet has lived, certain things have been done once for all, and cannot be achieved again.
Our difficulties of the moment must always be dealt with somehow, but our permanent difficulties are difficulties of every moment.
There is one who remembers the way to your door: Life you may evade, but Death you shall not.
Poetry should help, not only to refine the language of the time, but to prevent it from changing too rapidly.
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope, For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.
Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.
If we really want to pray we must first learn to listen, for in the silence of the heart God speaks.