One must be as clear as one's natural reticence allows one to be.
One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.
Men are monopolists of "stars, garters, buttons and other shining baubles"- unfit to be the guardians of another person's happiness.
A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
Among animals, one has a sense of humor. Humor saves a few steps, it saves years.
... 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.