“It was time enough for whole lives to have been led and misled... time enough, as the poet said, to murder and create -- or at least, to have warranted the dropping of a question on one's plate.”

“And indeed there will be time for the yellow smoke that slides along the street rubbing its back upon the window-panes; there will be time , there will be time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; there will be time to murder and create, and time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate; time for you and time for me, and time yet for a hundred indecisions, and for a hundred visions and revisions, before the taking of toast and tea.”

“I have been complimented many times and they always embarrass me; I always feel they have not said enough.”

“Whatever time we have," he said, "it will be time enough.”

“And it is enough for the poet to be the guilty conscience of his time.”

“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.”