Between threading a needle and raving insanity is the smallest eye in creation.

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 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.

I don't trust sentimentality in men; it goes with tyranny; you can't have one without the other.

Jealousy is the lifelong noose hanging about the neck of love.

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

I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive.