Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.

Of poets I put Virgil first - he was greatest.

I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis.

I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.

I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be.

I have never read a line of Walt Whitman.

I write every day. Writing is a necessity - like eating.