A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
I, too, dislike it. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it, after all, a place for the genuine.
If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.
You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief.
When you take my time, you take something I had meant to use.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.