In certain favorable moods, memories -- what one has forgotten -- come to the top. Now if this is so, is it not possible -- I often wonder -- that things we have felt with great intensity have an existence independent of our minds; are in fact still in existence? And if so, will it not be possible, in time, that some device will be invented by which we can tap them?

Really I don't like human nature unless all candied over with art.

... why do people who live in the country always give themselves such airs?

To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away.

How far we are going to read a poet when we can read about a poet is a problem to lay before biographers.

A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop.

When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.