Poetry is sane because it floats easily in an infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion. To accept everything is an exercise, to understand everything a strain.

Surely we cannot take an open question like the supernatural and shut it with a bang, turning the key of the madhouse on all the mystics of history. You cannot take the region of the unknown and calmly say that, though you know nothing about it, you know all the gates are locked. We do not know enough about the unknown to know that it is unknowable.

A mystic is a man who separates heaven and earth even if he enjoys them both.

There are two ways to get enough. One is to continue to accumulate more and more. The other is to desire less.

Even the moon is only poetical because there is a man in the moon.

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.