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

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.

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

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

...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.

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.