Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

Though people may read more into Ulysses than I ever intended, who is to say that they are wrong: do any of us know what we are creating?Which of us can control our scribblings? They are the script of one's personality like your voice or your walk

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

It is as painful perhaps to be awakened from a vision as to be born.

She respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed: and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.

Love me. Love my umbrella.