If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.

The chief danger about Paris is that it is such a strong stimulant.

We had the experience but missed the meaning. And approach to the meaning restores the experience in a different form.

These fragments I have shored against my ruins

In order to possess what you do not possess, you must go by the way of dispossession.

A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.

There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience.