Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting. I believe she must have a pattern somewhere.

By the time I was eleven years old, I had been taught that nature, far from abhorring a Vacuum, positively adores it.

The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.

The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves.

Poetry ennobles the heart and the eyes, and unveils the meaning of all things upon which the heart and the eyes dwell. It discovers the secret rays of the universe, and restores to us forgotten paradises.

Eccentricity is not, as some would believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.

The poet is the complete lover of mankind.