True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.

...in a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.

But it's silly to suggest the writing of poetry is something ethereal, a sort of soul-crashing, devastating emotional experience that wrings you. I have no fancy ideas about poetry. ... It doesn't come to you on the wings of a dove. It's something you have to work hard at.

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.

The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another.

Women have no wilderness in them They are provident instead Content in the tight hot cell of their hearts To eat dusty bread.

The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie.