The art of losing isn't hard to master.

If after I read a poem the world looks like that poem for 24 hours or so I'm sure it's a good one—and the same goes for paintings.

Think of the long trip home. Should we have stayed home and thought of here? Where should we be today?

I was made at right angles to the world and I see it so. I can only see it so.

Sometimes it seemsas though only intelligent people are stupid enough to fall in love & only stupid people are intelligent enough to let themselves be loved.

The whole shadow of Man is only as big as his hat.

Why shouldn't we, so generally addicted to the gigantic, at last have some small works of art, some short poems, short pieces of music [...], some intimate, low-voiced, and delicate things in our mostly huge and roaring, glaring world?