I am in the world feeling my way to light ‘amid the encircling gloom.’
I still have a feeling that I haven’t written the best that I can write. I think all poets must feel this: that there is constantly something new to be discovered in the language. It’s like a thrilling encounter, and you can find things.
Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.
If you begin feeling beaten, you will achieve nothing. If you fight, you will perhaps have a chance of achieving something.
I’ve had a lifelong waiting-for-the-other-shoe-to-drop feeling when something good happens.
In the real life-process, willing, feeling, and thinking are only different aspects.
If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.
It is odd that we have so little relationship with nature, with the insects and the leaping frog and the owl that hoots among the hills calling for its mate. We never seem to have a feeling for all living things on the earth.
As we get rich, the basics of life – food, clothing and shelter – become a very small part of total expenditure. And people have enough money to purchase things that enhance them spiritually, and I mean the word ‘spiritual’ not necessarily in a religious sense but in the sense that it adds to your feeling of well-being.
I know not why there is such a melancholy feeling attached to the remembrance of past happiness, except that we fear that the future can have nothing so bright as the past.