Sometimes he sits at your feet looking into your face with an expression so gentle and caressing that the depth of his gaze startles you.

The purity of a person's heart can be quickly measured by how they regard animals

No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.

You do not become a critic until it has been completely established to your own satisfaction that you cannot be a poet.

Sometimes he will sit on the carpet in front of you, looking at you with eyes so melting, so caressing and so human, that they almost frighten you, for it is impossible to believe that a soul is not there.

The years I have squandered in puerile excitement, in going hither and thither, in seeking to force nature and time, I ought to have spent in solitude and meditation, in endeavoring to make myself worthy of being loved.

I was born to travel and write verse.