“I love you, rotten,Delicious rottenness....wonderful are the hellish experiences,Orphic, delicateDionysos of the Underworld.”

“When I read Shakespeare I am struck with wonder that such trivial people should muse and thunder in such lovely language.”

“You, if you were sensible,When I tell you the stars flash signals,each one dreadful,You would not turn and answer meThe night is wonderful.”

“Nobody knows you.You don't know yourself.And I, who am half in love with you,What am I in love with?My own imaginings?”

“We are so overwhelmed with quantities of books, that we hardly realize any more that a book can be valuable, valuable like a jewel, or a lovely picture, into which you can look deeper and deeper and get a more profound experience very time. It is far, far better to read one book six times, at intervals, than to read six several books.”

“You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--”

“A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.”