What thou lovest well remains.

You have been second always. Tragical? No. You preferred it to the usual thing: One dull man, dulling and uxorious, One average mind- with one thought less, each year.

I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.

Don't be blinded by the theorists and a lying press.

Religion I have defined as "Another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art".

If a man isn't willing to take some risk for his opinions, either his opinions are no good or he's no good.

No good poetry is ever written in a manner twenty years old, for to write in such a manner shows conclusively that the writer thinks from books, convention and cliché, not from real life.