... imaginary gardens with real toads in them ... ... if you demand on one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, then you are interested in poetry.

We don't like flowers that do not wilt; they must die, and nine she-camel hairs aid memory.

I, too, dislike it. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it, after all, a place for the genuine.

he who gives quickly gives twice / in nothing so much as in a letter.

Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.

If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.

Your thorns are the best part of you.