The Primal Plant is going be the strangest creature in the world, which Nature herself must envy me. With this model and the key to it, it will be possible to go on for ever inventing plants and know that their existence is logical; that is to say, if they do not actually exist, they could, for they are not the shadowy phantoms of a vain imagination, but possess an inner necessity and truth. The same law will be applicable to all other living organisms.

Nothing is worth more than this day.

All that is noble is in itself of a quiet nature, and appears to sleep until it is aroused and summoned forth by contrast.

You accuse a woman of wavering affections, but don't blame her; she is just looking for a consistent man.

After all, poets shouldn't be their own interpreters and shouldn't carefully dissect their poems into everyday prose; that would mean the end of being poets. Poets send their creations into the world, it is up to the reader, the aesthetician, and the critic to determine what they wanted to say with their creations.

Superstition is the poesy of practical life; hence, a poet is none the worse for being superstitious.

One spares old people just as one spares children.