If certain critics and poetasters had their way, 'Ordinary Piety' and its child, Dullness, would be the masters of poetry.

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

I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.

By the time I was eleven years old, I had been taught that nature, far from abhorring a Vacuum, positively adores it.

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.

Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

The trouble about most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation, or hope to be one in the next.