“Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.”

“Desiring the exhilarations of changes: The motive for metaphor, shrinking fromThe weight of primary noon ...”

“Reality Is an Activity of the Most August Imagination.”

“... unreal things have a reality of their own, in poetry as elsewhere.”

“Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.”

“Reality is the beginning not the end,Naked Alpha, not the hierophant Omega, Of dense investiture, with luminous vassals.”

“Out of this same light, out of the central mind,We make a dwelling in the evening air,In which being there together is enough.”