I will go down with my colours flying.

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.

There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.

One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.

I am not so gifted as at one time seemed likely.

I am all the time thinking about poetry and fiction and you.

When, however, one reads of a witch being ducked, of a woman possessed by devils, of a wise woman selling herbs, or even a very remarkable man who had a mother, then I think we are on the track of a lost novelist, a suppressed poet. . . indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.