It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be a woman manly, or a man womanly.

Intellectual freedom depends upon material things.

I grow numb; I grow stiff. How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart?

Of course, literature is the only spiritual and humane career. Even painting tends to dumness, and music turns people erotic, whereas the more you write the nicer you become.

It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple; one must be woman-manly or man-womanly. It is fatal for a woman to lay the least stress on any grievance; to plead even with justice any cause; in any way to speak consciously as a woman. And fatal is no figure of speech; for anything written with that conscious bias is doomed to death. It ceases to be fertilized.

He smiled the most exquisite smile, veiled by memory, tinged by dreams.

The poet is always our contemporary.