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

One detects creative power by its capacity to conquer one's detachment.

Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.

The prey of fear, he, always curtailed, extinguished, thwarted by the dusk, work partly done, says to the alternating blaze, "Again the sun! anew each day; and new and new and new, that comes into and steadies my soul."

The cynics in life are the people who are always trying to do things for people who don't want things done for them.

Poetry is a peerless proficiency of the imagination.

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