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Your soul: pure glucose edged with hints
Of tentative and half-soiled tints

I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of catfish.

I may say that I think greed about poetry is the only permissible greed - it is, indeed, unavoidable.

The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves ...

Poetry is the deification of reality.

I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.

When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

I'm afraid I'm being an awful nuisance.

A great many people now reading and writing would be better employed keeping rabbits.

People are usually made Dames for virtues I do not possess.

Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality.

The child and the great artist
these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world.

I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.

Art is magic, not logic. This craze for the logical spirit in irrational shape is part of the present harmful mania for uniformity ...

All ugliness passes, and beauty endures, excepting of the skin.

Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty ... But I am too busy thinking about myself.

"It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees."

I am patient with stupidity, but not with those who are proud of it.

It is hardly respectable to be good nowadays.

Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound why try to look like a Pekinese?

The poet is a brother speaking to a brother of "a moment of their other lives" a moment that had been buried beneath the dust of the busy world.

Virginia Woolf, I enjoyed talking to her, but thought nothing of her writing. I considered her 'a beautiful little knitter.

One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable.

The arts are life accelerated and concentrated.

All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart ...

Virginia Woolf's writing is no more than glamorous knitting. I believe she must have a pattern somewhere.

Another little drink wouldn't do us any harm.

By the time I was eleven years old, I had been taught that nature, far from abhorring a Vacuum, positively adores it.

The living blind and seeing Dead together lie As if in love ... There was no more hating then, And no more love; Gone is the heart of Man.

It is as unseeing to ask what is the use of poetry as it would be to ask what is the use of religion.

If certain critics and poetasters had their way, 'Ordinary Piety' and its child, Dullness, would be the masters of poetry.

The poet is the complete lover of mankind.

Most women dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous reincarnation, or hope to be one in the next.

The light would show (if it could harden)
Eternities of kitchen garden

All great art contains an element of the irrational.

My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.

I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.

Winter is the time for comfort - it is the time for home.

I am an unpopular electric eel in a pool of catfish.

There is no truth. Only points of view.

The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.

[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.

The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.

Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.

If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

What an artist is for is to tell us what we see but do not know that we see.

The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the truth of an opinion we have already formed about ourselves.

I wouldn't dream of following a fashion ... how could one be a different person every three months?