In America they make too much fuss of poets; in London they make too little.

One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return.

There is nothing harder for an Artist than to retain his Artistic integrity in the tomb of success. A tomb, nevertheless, which nearly every Artist: whether he admits it or not; naturally wants to get into.

The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fire is going.

there is no gaiety as gay as the gaiety of grief.

Love can bear anything better than ridicule.

There is a great gulf between the really creative person and normal people. The totally creative person does not have the rest of his life in proper proportion.