The imagination is man’s power over nature.
It is the unknown that excites the ardor of scholars, who, in the known alone, would shrivel up with boredom.
After the final no there comes a yes and on that yes the future of the world hangs.
The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire.
Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
The point of vision and desire are the same.
If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution.
New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it.
To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.