When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

She fell into a deep pool of sticky water, which eventually closed over her head. She saw nothing and heard nothing but a faint booming sound, which was the sound of the sea rolling over her head. While all her tormentors thought that she was dead, she was not dead, but curled up at the bottom of the sea.

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

loveliness is infernally sad.

The way to write well is to live intensely.

Among the tortures and devestations of life is this then - our friends are not able to finish their stories.

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.