Do Not Imagine You Can

There Comes A Point At Which You Stop Writing And Think All The More

Success As I See It Is A Result, Not A Goal.

Tout Ce Qu'on Invente Est Vrai, Soi-en Sure. La Poesie Est Une Chose Aussi Precise Que La Geometrie.

What Better Occupation, Really, Than To Spend The Evening At The Fireside With A Book, With The Wind Beating On The Windows And The Lamp Burning Bright...haven't You Ever Happened To Come Across In A Book Some Vague Notion That You've Had, Some Obscure Idea That Returns From Afar And That Seems To Express Completely Your Most Subtle Feelings?

She Would Have Liked Not To Be Alive, Or To Be Always Asleep.