The Church has lost a great religious poet in me; but I have lost an infinity of fun in the church, so the loss is even.

Nine people out of ten (in Germany and England, perhaps ten people) would rather wait for their rights than fight for their rights.

There are not enough poems in praise of bed.

For the last six weeks I have found myself pestered by some characters in search of an author.

... possessiveness cannot accept; it cannot even strike a fair bargain; it has to confer.

To think of losing is to lose already.

I realize that it is as one ages and loses one's natural force that one is at the mercy of heredity. The young are themselves: the aging, their parents' children.