I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.

The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world.

In the Augustan age ... poetry was ... the sister of architecture; with the romantics, and their heightened vowel-sense, resulting in different melodic lines, she became the sister of music; in the present day, she appears like the sister of horticulture, each poem growing according to the law of its own nature.

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.

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.

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

Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.