There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.

There is no exception to the rule that every rule has an exception

Yes, my works lose something in the original.

There are two kinds of light - the glow that illumines, and the glare that obscures.

What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labor of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyrami…

I was the Marlon Brando of my generation.

Qualis artifex pereo.