You cannot lecture on really pure poetry any more than you can talk about the ingredients of pure water-it is adulterated, methylated, sanded poetry that makes the best lectures.

...she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

The art of writing has for backbone some fierce attachment to an idea.

It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.

The world is crammed with delightful things

Sir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the banqueting hall. Those on the turf are the shadows of our souls.

Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.