What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.
A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
Omissions are not accidents.
In a poem the words should be as pleasing to the ear as the meaning is to the mind.
I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.
Among animals, one has a sense of humor. Humor saves a few steps, it saves years.