“the mind is its own beautiful prisoner.Mind looked long at the sticky moonopening in dusk her new wingsthen decently hanged himself,one afternoon.The last thing he saw was younaked amid unnaked things...”

“I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.”

“things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision”

“...remember one thing only: that it's you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.”

“the other guineahendied of a broken heart and we came to New York.I used to sit at a table,drawing wingswith a pencil that kept breaking and i keptremembering how your mind looked when it sleptfor several years,to wake up asking why.So then you turned into a photographof somebody who’s trying not to laughat somebody who’s trying not to cry”

“If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.”

“in heavenly realms of hellas dwelttwo very different sons of zeus:one, handsome strong and born to dare--a fighter to his eyelashes--the other,cunning ugly lame;but as you'll shortly comprehenda marvellous artificernow Ugly was the husband of(as happens every now and thenupon a merely human plane)someone completely beautiful;and Beautiful,who(truth to sing)could never quite tell right from wrong,took brother Fearless by the eyesand did the deed of joy with himthen Cunning forged a web so subtleair is comparatively crude;an indestructible occultsupersnare of resistless metal:and(stealing toward the blissful pair)skilfully wafted over them-selves this implacable unthingnext,our illustrious scientistpetitions the celestial hostto scrutinize his handiwork:they(summoned by that savage yellfrom shining realms of regions dark)laugh long at Beautiful and Brave--wildly who rage,vainly who strive;and being finally releasedflee one another like the pestthus did immortal jealousyquell divine generosity,thus reason vanquished instinct andmatter became the slave of mind;thus virtue triumphed over viceand beauty bowed to uglinessand logic thwarted life:and thus--but look around you,friends and foesmy tragic tale concludes herewith:soldier,beware of mrs smith”