Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

He whose first emotion, on the view of an excellent work, is to undervalue or depreciate it, will never have one of his own to show.

Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of another flowing.

I began by doing book reviews on the typewriter and then went over to short stories on the machine, meanwhile sticking to pencil for poetry.

I think there's an enormous lot of talent around, and somewhere amongst these I'm sure that something will emerge, given time.

We are the ghosts of the singing furies .