How describe the delicate thing that happens when a brilliant insect alights on a flower? Words, with their weight, fall upon the picture like birds of prey.
It is when we are faced with death that we turn most bookish.
Words should be only the clothes, carefully custom-made to fit the thought.
Be modest! It is the kind of pride least likely to offend.
You can recover from the writing malady only by falling mortally ill and dying.
I am never bored; to be bored is an insult to one's self.