People to whom nothing has ever happened cannot understand the unimportance of events.
My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down.
The poet's mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together.
Anxiety is the hand maiden of creativity.
It is only in the world of objects that we have time and space and selves.
It has frequently been said that we never desire what we think absolutely inapprehensible: it is however true that some of our sharpest agonies are those in which the object of desire is regarded as both possible and imaginary.