The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

Poetry, 

even when apparently most fantastic, 

is always a revolt against artifice, 

a revolt, 

in a sense, 

against actuality.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. 

Longest way round is the shortest way home.

There is no heresy 

or no philosophy 

which is so abhorrent 

to the church 

as a human being.

Better pass boldly into that other world, 

in the full glory of some passion, 

than fade and wither dismally with age.

a darkness shining in brightness 

which brightness could not comprehend

Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; 

it is the part the schools cannot recognise.

He found in the world without 

as actual 

what was in his world within 

as possible.

Mistakes are the portals of discovery.

The supreme question 

about a work of art 

is 

out of how deep a life 

does it spring.

The actions of men are the best interpreters of their thoughts.

The artist, 

like the god of the creation, 

remains within
or behind
or beyond
or above his handiwork, 

invisible, 

refined out of existence, 

indifferent, 

paring his fingernails.

I am tomorrow, 

or some future day, 

what I establish today. 

I am today 

what I established yesterday 

or some previous day.

Hold to the now, 

the here, 

through which all future plunges to the past.

A man of genius makes no mistakes; 

his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

Pity is the feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of 

whatsoever is grave and constant in human suffering 

and unites it with the human sufferer.