There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.
Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
We scarcely wish to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human.
When people are happy they have a reserve upon which to draw, whereas she was like a wheel without a tyre
I ransack public libraries & find them full of sunk treasure.
The mind of an artist, in order to achieve the prodigious effort of freeing whole and entire the work that is in him, must be incandescent...there must be no obstacle in it, no foreign matter unconsumed.