Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.

It was the worst hurt he had ever known.

Don't loaf and invite inspiration; light out after it with a club, and if you don't get it you will nonetheless get something that looks remarkably like it.

The hand descended. Nearer and nearer it came. It touched the ends of his upstanding hair. He shrank down under it. It followed down after him, pressing more closely against him. Shrinking, almost shivering. He still managed to hold himself together. It was a torment, this hand that touched him and violated his instinct. He could not forget in a day all the evil that had been wrought him at the hands of men.

I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me. I write a book for no other reason than to add three or four hundred acres to my magnificent estate.

Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes.

If cash comes with fame, come fame; if cash comes without fame, come cash.