This Englishwoman is so refined, She has no bosom and no behind.

There can be no good art that is international. Art to be vigorous and gesund must use the material at hand.

I don't think Auden liked my poetry very much, he's very Anglican.

I only asked my friends to be friendly and polite, I found them indifferent and censorious; The one I left to silence, the other to reproach: God send me over all such friends victorious.

The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.

A great artist ... takes what he did not make and makes of it something that only he can make.

But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one wants is simply a release from sensation, from all consciousness for ever.