Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

Whether people grow fat by joking, or whether there is something in fat itself which predisposes to a joke, I have never been quite able to determine.

Every poem should remind the reader that they are going to die.

There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.

In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.

There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust.

Even in the grave, all is not lost.