[On writing:] The most egotistic of occupations, and the most gratifying while it lasts.

[On writing:] The most egotistic of occupations, and the most gratifying while it lasts.

But you, oh gardener, poet that you be / Though unaware, now use your seeds like words / And make them lilt with color nicely flung.

Flowers really do intoxicate me.

It is no good my telling you. One never believes other people's experiencem and one is only very gradually convinced by one's own.

however many resolutions one makes, one's pen, like water, always finds its own level, and one can't write in any way other than one's own.

Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.