An old art spreading rumours about / Paradise, it begs outside the gates / Of the gods: the active gods come out.

Poetry is either language lit up by life or life lit up by language

I have no fondness for pure form at all.

In other words the pictures are in a kind of relationship with each other which is touching only at points rather than pictures being illustrations of poems or poems extrapolations of the pictures.

In the New World, happiness is enforced.

A professional is one who believes he has invented breathing.

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.

A poem is a form of refrigeration that stops language going bad.

Somewhere at the heart of the universe sounds the true mystic note: Me.

I am moving deeper into my own brain.

Redeemers always reach the world too late. God dies, we live; God lives, we die. Our fate.

Worry is a cloud which rains destruction.

Before the antidote arrives from Iraq The man with snake-bite will be dead.

We shall never have friends if we expect to find them without fault.

All religious notions are uniformly founded on authority; all the religions of the world forbid examination, and are not disposed that men should reason upon them.

Growing a beard is a habit most natural, Scriptural, manly and beneficial.

With a giant battery, we'd be able to address the problem of intermittency that prevents wind and solar from contributing to the grid in the same way that coal and gas and nuclear do today.

I tried Botox once. Never again. It made my forehead freeze.

Big goals get big results. No goals gets no results or somebody else's results.

Transform reason into ordered intuition; let all thyself be light. This is thy goal.

Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company.