“Wakeful they lie.”

“When the immense drugged universe explodesIn a cascade of unendurable colourAnd leaves us gasping naked,This is no more than the ectasy of chaos:Hold fast, with both hands, to that royal loveWhich alone, as we know certainly, restoresFragmentation into true being.Ecstasy of Chaos”

“There's no money in poetry, but there's no poetry in money, either.”

“The remarkable thing about Shakespeare is that he really is very good, in spite of all the people who say he is very good.”

“But we are gifted, even in NovemberRawest of seasons, with so huge a senseOf her nakedly worn magnificenceWe forget cruelty and past betrayal,Careless of where the next bright bolt may fall.”

“You've read of sunsets rich as mine.”

“The child alone a poet is:Spring and Fairyland are his.”