In my religion, there would be no exclusive doctrine; all would be love, poetry, and doubt.
When I write after dark the shades of evening scatter their purple through my prose.
Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.
Everything is a dangerous drug except reality which is unendurable.
No one can achieve Serenity until the glare of passion is past the meridian.
Always be nice to those younger than you, because they are the ones who will be writing about you.