Look before you leap for as you sow, ye are like to reap.

[P]oetry resembles metaphysics: one does not mind one's own, but one does not like anyone else's.

Think of and look at your work as though it were done by your enemy. I you look at it to admire it, you are lost.

Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling, and instinct, not by rule.

No mistake is more common and more fatuous than appealing to logic in cases which are beyond her jurisdiction.

We all like to forgive, and love best not those who offend us least, nor who have done most for us, but those who make it most easy for us to forgive them.

If I die prematurely at any rate I shall be saved from being bored to death by my own success.