I'm not confused. I'm just well mixed.

I still say the only education worth anything is self-education.

All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.

You can't get too much winter in the winter.

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.

Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

Good fences make good neighbors.