If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

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

The reason why Matthew Arnold, to my feeling, fails entirely as a poet (though no doubt his ideas were good - at least, I am told they were) is that he had no sense of touch whatsoever. Nothing made any impression on his skin. He could feel neither the shape nor the texture of a poem with his hands.

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.

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

It is hardly respectable to be good nowadays.

The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves.