The poet is one who is able to keep the fresh vision of the child alive.

I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously.

[On Paris:] A city never entirely known, yet which gives you the feeling of intimacy, of possessing it intimately.

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

I seek the real stuff of life. Profound drama.

Because history is only an aggregate of personal hostilities, personal prejudices, personal blindness and irrationality, there are times when we have to live against it.

There were always in me, two women at least, one woman desperate and bewildered, who felt she was drowning and another who would leap into a scene, as upon a stage, conceal her true emotions because they were weaknesses, helplessness, despair, and present to the world only a smile, an eagerness, curiosity, enthusiasm, interest.