I am not so gifted as at one time seemed likely.

The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders.

Nothing, I know, had any chance against death.

For we think back through our mothers if we are women.

if newspapers were written by people whose sole object in writing was to tell the truth about politics and the truth about art we should not believe in war, and we should believe in art.

To love makes one solitary.

All extremes are dangerous.