I stand in philosophy exactly where I stand in daily life; I should not be honest otherwise.

To knock a thing down$$$ especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle$$$ is a deep delight of the blood.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.

Weak people live in perpetual fear and foreboding.

He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet$$$ though he has never written a line in all his life.

Men become superstitious$$$ not because they have too much imagination$$$ but because they are not aware that they have any.

If you can quit$$$ then quit. If you can't quit$$$ you're a writer.

Now they are lovers. The first$$$ wild courses are ended. They have founded their domain. A satanic happiness follows.

Never be a pioneer. It's the early Christian that gets the fattest lion.

I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could$$$ I'm not sure I'd feel like it.