Death will be too late to bring us aid.

It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.

The job of the poet is to use language effectively, his own language, the only language which is to him authentic.

The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky.

As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.

It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater.

There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.

My first poem was a bolt from the blue … it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. ... it filled me with soul satisfying joy.

Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end — of roses It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.

Don't dream to lead the people while you can't care, even about your neighbours.

There's only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving and that's your own self.

Comedy born of bewilderment is the only comedy that should be in magic.

Wives, girlfriends, fiancees - clean out your closets. I'm cleaning out my old bell bottoms. We can touch millions.

I believe in markets doing what they do well, which is to develop technology, and letting citizens do what they ideally do well, which is to set policy.

Gain control of the mind and make it still, initially just during periods of meditation, but then throughout the day and throughout the night.

If virtue goes to sleep, it will be more vigorous when it awakes.

Friendship is not to be sought for its wages, but because its revenue consists entirely in the love which it implies.

Work won't do me any good ... I've tried it, and it bored me worse than the other thing.

While discretion points out the impropriety of my conduct, inclination urges me on to ruin.