One's Own Surroundings Means So Much To

All Great Poetry Is Dipped In The Dyes Of The Heart.

I Wouldn't Dream Of Following A Fashion... How Could One Be A Different Person Every Three Months?

... All Ugliness Passes, And Beauty Endures, Excepting Of The Skin.

I Have Taken This Step Because I Want The Discipline, The Fire And The Authority Of The Church. I Am Hopelessly Unworthy Of It, But I Hope To Become Worthy.

As For The Usefulness Of Poetry, Its Uses Are Many. It Is The Deification Of Reality. It Should Make Our Days Holy To Us. The Poet Should Speak To All Men, For A Moment, Of That Other Life Of Theirs That They Have Smothered And Forgotten.