“Time is a storm in which we are all lost.”

“For the beginning is assuredlythe end- since we know nothing, pureand simple, beyondour own complexities.”

“Danse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,– if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: “I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!” If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,– Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?”

“The business of love is cruelty which,by our wills, we transform to live together.”

“beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.”

“If it ain’t a pleasure, it ain’t a poem.”

“I think all writing is a disease. You can’t stop it.”

“This is Just to Say I have eatenthe plumsthat were inthe iceboxand whichyou were probablysavingfor breakfastForgive methey were deliciousso sweetand so cold”