Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

I'll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.

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

But is there any reason to believe that a woman's spiritual fibre is less sturdy than a man's? Is it not possible for a woman to come to terms with herself if not with the world; to withdraw more and more, as time goes on, her own personality from her productions; to stop childish fears of death and eschew charming rebellions against facts?

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

True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.

It is not possible, for a poet, writing in any language, to protect himself from the tragic elements in human life.... [ellipsis in source] Illness, old age, and death--subjects as ancient as humanity--these are the subjects that the poet must speak of very nearly from the first moment that he begins to speak.