Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.

And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned.

His books are exciting and powerful and — if I may filch the word from the booksy ones — pulsing.

I shudder at the thought of men.... I'm due to fall in love again

There's a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.

Now that you've got me right down to it, the only thing I didn't like about The Barrets of Wimplole Street was the play.

Innocence is a desirable thing, a dainty thing, an appealing thing, in its place; but carried too far, it is merely ridiculous.