To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.

A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

Money is a kind of poetry.

Everything is complicated if that were not so, life and poetry and everything else would be a bore.

Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom.