It seems to me that this is the true test for poetry: - that it should go beneath experience, as prose can never do, and awaken an apprehension of things we have never, and can never, know in the actuality.

Experience has taught me that the only cruelties people condemn are those with which they do not happen to be familiar.

The share of the sympathetic publisher in the author's success - the true success so different from the ephemeral - is apt to be overlooked in these blatant days, so it is just as well that some of us should keep it in mind.

a self-made martyr is a poor thing.

Nobody, not even the old, not even the despairing, wished to come to an end in time or in eternity.

Women like to sit down with trouble - as if it were knitting.

Life is never what one dreams. It is seldom what one desires, but for the vital spirit and the eager mind, the future will always hold the search for buried treasure and the possibility of high adventure.