Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.

In order to write poetry, you must first invent a poet who will write it.

Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.

Man's passion for truth is such that he will welcome the bitterest of all postulates so long as it strikes him as true.

Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.

I. Don't trace out your profile-- forget your side view-- all that is outer stuff. II. Look for your other half who walks always next to you and tends to be who you aren't.

I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.