A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.
One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable.
I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.
[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.
I may say that I think greed about poetry is the only permissible greed - it is, indeed, unavoidable.
The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world.