Every writer and artist wonders what in the world people of other professions can find to live for.

One of the marks of a great poet is that he creates his own family of words and teaches them to live together in harmony and to help one another.

We soon cease to feel the grief at the deaths of our friends, yet we continue to the end of our lives to miss them. They are still with us in their absence.

Poets and painters are outside the class system, or rather they constitute a special class of their own, like the circus people and the Gypsies.

Marriage is an arrangement by which two people start by getting the best out of each other and often end by getting the worst.

The more we feel sorry for ourselves, the less sorry others will feel for us. People don't waste their small store of sympathy on those who can provide it so richly for themselves.

Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death.