Literary confessors are contemptible, like beggars who exhibit their sores for money, but not so contemptible as the public that buys their books.

All the rest is silence On the other side of the wall, And the silence ripeness, And the ripeness all.

Between friends differences in taste or opinion are irritating in direct proportion to their triviality.

In a world of prayer, we are all equal in the sense that each of us is a unique person, with a unique perspective on the world, a member of a class of one.

Poetry makes nothing happen.

Some writers confuse authenticity, which they ought always to aim at, with originality, which they should never bother about.

My face looks like a wedding-cake left out in the rain.