Poetry like good pottery does not age.

 Some people spend their long lives planning a short funeral;others spend  their short lives planning a long one.

Poetry like jam is what preserves.

What has killed France; her politicians, England her Empire; Russia, her Empire, Germany; Germany her warring ghosts; what saves them, her poets.

When Russia had her nightmare, America was still a land of dreams.

Artistic ,musical  and religious revivals rival those who are saved.

Jealousy alone brings love and lover to their senses.

Some critics should be confined to their pens.

The metaphysical poets expected to be translated but only to heaven.