Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Death is no different whined at than withstood.

If you tell a novelist, 'Life's not like that', he has to do something about it. The poet simply replies, 'No, but I am.'

Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, and don't have any kids yourself.

Originality is being different from oneself, not others.

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action

And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.