I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.

Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

Art is not to be taught in Academies. It is what one looks at, not what one listens to, that makes the artist. The real schools should be the streets.

I envy you going to Oxford: it is the most flower-like time of one's life. One sees the shadow of things in silver mirrors. Later on, one sees the Gorgon's head, and one suffers, because it does not turn one to stone.

Many people become bankrupt through having invested too heavily in the prose of life. To have ruined one's self over poetry is an honor.

Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.

I never read a book I must review; it prejudices you so.