“He was in fact a poet without words, the more absorbed and endangered, that the springing waters were dammed back in his soul, where, finding no utterance, they grew, and swelled, and undermined.”

“One does not become a poet by uttering beautiful words. One becomes a poet by pouring their soul as wine into the Cup of Love.”

“Norah watched him, serious and utterly absorbed in his task, overcome by the simple fact of his existence.”

“The more the poet grows, the deeper the level of creative intuition descends into the density of his soul. Where formerly he could be moved to song, he can do nothing now, he must dig deeper. ”

“The genius of a composer is found in the notes of his music; but analyzing the notes will not reveal his genius. The poet's greatness is contained in his words; yet the study of his words will not disclose his inspiration. God reveals himself in creation; but scrutinize creation as minutely as you wish, you will not find God, any more than you will find the soul through careful examination of your body.”

“Where sky and water meet, Where the waves grow sweet,Doubt not, Reepicheep,To find all you seek, There is the utter East.”