The center that I cannot find is known to my unconscious mind.

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

But if a stranger in the train asks me my occupation, I never answer "writer" for fear that he may go on to ask me what I write, and to answer "poetry" would embarrass us both, for we both know that nobody can earn a living simply by writing poetry.

The words of a dead man are modified in the guts of the living.

It is nonsense to speak of 'higher' and 'lower' pleasures. To a hungry man it is, rightly, more important that he eat than that he philosophize.

The parlour cars and Pullmans are packed also with scented assassins, salad-eaters who murder on milk.

You will be a poet because you will always be humiliated.