Poetry is what happens when an anxiety meets a technique.

The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.

…I once found a list of diseases as yet unclassified by medical science, and among these there occurred the word Islomania, which was described as a rare but by no means unknown affliction of spirit. There are people…who find islands somehow irresistible. The mere knowledge that they are on an island, a little world surrounded by the sea, fills them with an indescribable intoxication. These born “islomanes”…are direct descendents of the Atlanteans

Let us define 'man' as a poet perpetually conspiring against himself.

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

Of women, the most we can say, not being Frenchmen, is that they are burrowing animals.

He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.