Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society.

Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass; give me plain glass.

The price of tapping water into every house is that no one values water any more.

My hatred of crowds, the obviousness of crowds, of anything en masse. Is this why I like little-known books? A general desire to escape the main world.

There are some men who are consoled by the idea that there are women less attractive than their wives; and others who are haunted by the knowledge that there are more attractive.

We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.

Evolution did not intend trees to grow singly. Far more than ourselves they are social creatures, and no more natural as isolated specimens than man is as a marooned sailor or hermit.