The measured blood beats out the year's delay.

All art, in spite of the struggles of some critics to prove otherwise, is based on emotion and projects emotion.

Intellectuals range through the finest gradations of kind and quality: from those who are merely educated neurotics, usually with strong hidden reactionary tendencies, through mediocrities of all kinds, to men of real brains and sensibility, more or less stiffened into various respectabilities or substitutes for respectability. The number of Ignorant Specialists is large. The number of hysterics and compulsives is also large.

What we suffer, what we endure, what we muff, what we kill, what we miss, what we are guilty of, is done by us, as individuals, in private.

It is almost impossible for the poetess, once laurelled, to take off the crown for good or to reject values and taste of those who tender it.

Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.

But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.