Time, which despoils castles, enriches verses.

I have no personal system of philosophy. I never attempt to do that. I am merely a man of letters.

Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures.

Imprecision is tolerable and verisimilar in literature, because we always tend towards it in life.

So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

We are as ignorant of the meaning of the dragon as we are of the meaning of the universe.

I cannot sleep unless I am surrounded by books.