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.

I have lost faith in universal panaceas - work is the one thing in which I really believe.

At midnight tears Run into your ears.

Hate does not present many choices; if hate is your solution, you are fairly certain to hate all phemonena with equal joy and intensity, without troubling to drag into prominence any one feature from the loathsome whole.

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

Perhaps this very instant is your time.

A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows.