You have been in every way all that anyone could be.... If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.

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.

You have been in every way all that anyone could be.... If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.

All great writers have, of course, an atmosphere in which they seem most at their ease and at their best; a mood of the general mind which they interpret and indeed almost discover, so that we come to read them rather for that than for any story or character or scene of seperate excellence.

I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.

For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.

Friendships, even the best of them, are frail things. One drifts apart.