The minority of one generation is usually the majority of the next.

the curse of human nature is imagination. When a long anticipated moment comes, we always find it pitched a note too low, for the wings of imagination are crushed into its withering sides under the crowding hordes of petty realities.

there is no greater fraud or bore than the writer who has acquired the art of saying nothing brilliantly.

I want books written out of a brain and heart and soul crowded and vital with Life, spelled with a big L. I want poetry bursting with passion. I don't care a hang for the 'verbal felicities.' They'll do for the fringe, but I want the garment to warm me first.

No matter how hard a man may labor, some woman is always in the background of his mind. She is the one reward of virtue.

The only real rival of love is Art, for that in itself is a deep personal passion, its function an act of creation, fed by some mysterious perversion of sex, and demanding all the imagination's activities.

No loose fish enters our quiet bay.