Nobody is ever sent to Hell: he or she insists on going there.

Pleasure is by no means an infallible critical guide, but it is the least fallible.

Language is the mother, not the handmaiden, of thought; words will tell you things you never thought or felt before.

To have a sense of sin means to feel guilty at there being an ethical choice to make, a guilt which, however "good" I may become, remains unchanged.

Love each other or perish.

Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know.

It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.