I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.
My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.
Picasso was a delightful, kindly, friendly, simple little man. When I met him he was extremely excited and overjoyed that his mother-in-law had just died, and he was looking forward to the funeral.
I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.
I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.
it is as unseeing to ask what is the use of poetry as it would be to ask what is the use of religion.