Who so would be a man must be a nonconformist, He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind
For the great Gaels of Ireland Are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, And all their songs are sad.
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter when I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
Many Theresas have been born who found for themselves no epic life wherein there was a constant unfolding of far-resonant action; perhaps only a life of mistakes, the offspring of a certain spiritual grandeur ill-matched with the meanness of opportunity; perhaps a tragic failure which found no sacred poet and sank unwept into oblivion.
A poet can survive everything but a misprint.
Nothing happens unless first a dream.
I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.
Poetry: the best words in the best order.
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.