Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.

Never pretend that the things you haven't got are not worth having.

Thus Mr. Lawrence, Mr. Douglas and Mr. Joyce partly spoil their books for women readers by their display of self-conscious virility; and Mr. Hemingway, but much less violently, follows suit.

When an arguer argues dispassionately he thinks only of the argument.

I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.