New York is a field of tireless and antagonistic interests undoubtedly fascinating but horribly unreal. Everybody is looking at everybody else a foolish crowd walking on mirrors.

I was the world in which I walked.

Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic.

The reason can give nothing at all Like the response to desire.

Life is not free from its forms.

One must read poetry with one's nerves.

Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility.