Most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them

Either I exist or I do not exist, and no amount of pap which I happen to be lapping can dull me to the loss.

The only realism in art is of the imagination.

Afraid lest he be caught up in a net of words, tripped up, bewildered and so defeated-thrown aside-a man hesitates to write down his innermost convictions.

THE THOUGHTFUL LOVER Deny yourself all half things. Have it or leave it. But it will keep—or it is not worth the having. Never start anything you can't finish— However do not lose faith because you are starved! She loves you she says. Believe it —tomorrow. But today the particulars of poetry that difficult art require your whole attention.

For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.