I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.

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.

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

What the reporters are like! They are mad with excitement at the thought of my approaching demise. Kind Sister Farquhar, my nurse, spends much of her time in throwing them downstairs. But one got in the other day, and asked me if I mind the fact that I must die.

The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation... they do not want to attract attention.

As for the usefulness of poetry, its uses are many. It is the deification of reality.

I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.