all to no end save beauty the eternal-- So in detail they, the crowd, are beautiful

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.

I wish I had been more interested or learned sooner, but I didn’t, and now I must face the consequences.

Governments must commit to sound economic and financial policies. This is how we ensure reform in the euro area - and our independence.

A counter tenor is anyone who can count to ten.

...The greatest bulwark of capitalism is militarism.

An able man shows his spirit by gentle words and resolute actions. He is neither hot nor timid.

There is a logic of colors, and it is with this alone, and not with the logic of the brain, that the painter should conform.

I keep active because I have not announced my retirement, because that is something that takes time and you have to plan it. Plus, it is something that the Dominican people expected.

Greed and selfishness do seem to be central motivators of mankind.

This is no time to be making new enemies.

My mind still runs too fast. If we get the wrong fabric or something is stitched the wrong way, I get so angry and so flummoxed that I start spelling my words, just to slow myself down.