All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Though of all poses a moral pose is the most offensive, still to have a pose at all is something.

The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.

Progress in thought is the assertion of individualism against authority.

Create yourself. Be yourself your poem.

The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.