Whales in mid-ocean, suspended in the waves of the sea great heaven of whales in the waters, old hierarchies. And enormous mother whales lie dreaming suckling their whale-tender young and dreaming with strange whale eyes wide open in the waters of the beginning and the end.

The true artist doesn't substitute immorality for morality. On the contrary, he always substitutes a finer morality for a grosser one.

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

It seems to me a purely lyric poet gives himself, right down to his sex, to his mood, utterly and abandonedly, whirls himself roundtill he spontaneously combusts into verse. He has nothing that goes on, no passion, only a few intense moods, separate like odd stars, and when each has burned away, he must die.

[U]nless a woman is held, by man, safe within the bounds of belief, she becomes inevitably a destructive force.

The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear

Brave people add up to an aristocracy. The democracy of thou-shalt-not is bound to be a collection of weak men.