It's all in the art. You get no credit for living.
The peculiar foreign superstition that the English do not like love, the evidence being that they do not talk about it.
The mark of genius is an incessant activity of mind. Genius is a spiritual greed.
The State, that cawing rookery of committees and subcommittees.
Well, youth is the period of assumed personalities and disguises. It is the time of the sincerely insincere.
It is the role of the poet to look at what is happening in the world and to know that quite other things are happening.