Create yourself. Be yourself your poem.

I have a business appointment that I am anxious... to miss.

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one center of pain.

I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.

As one reads history ... one is absolutely sickened, not by the crimes that the wicked have committed, but by the punishments that the good have inflicted.

He knew the precise psychological moment when to say nothing.