One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with one's words.

I don't believe that you can possibly separate expression from thought in an imaginative work. The better a thing is expressed, the more completely it is thought.

Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.

Whenever you see a board up with "Trespassers will be prosecuted," trespass at once.

But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.

Different though the sexes are, they inter-mix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is very opposite of what it is above.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.