My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one

I may say that I think greed about poetry is the only permissible greed - it is, indeed, unavoidable.

Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.

Art is magic, not logic. This craze for the logical spirit in irrational shape is part of the present harmful mania for uniformity.

There is no truth. Only points of view.

When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.