Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of genius.

Birth, and copulation, and death; that's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.

Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful afterall

Someone said, 'The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did.' Precisely, and they are that which we know.

If you do not push the boundaries, you will never know where they are.

We fight to keep something alive rather than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.