The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know that it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly.

The fire burns as the novel taught it how.

People ought to like poetry the way a child likes snow & they would if poets wrote it.

I am the truth, since I am part of what is real, but neither more nor less than those around me.

The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.

Unfortunately there is nothing more inane than an Easter carol. It is a religious perversion of the activity of Spring in our blood.

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates.