Still, Vicious Or Virtuous, Love Suits Most

In Times When Nothing Stood But Worsened, Or Grew Strange, There Was One Constant Good: She Did Not Change.

Novels Seem To Me To Be Richer, Broader, Deeper, More Enjoyable Than Poems.

Any Memory For The Most Part Depending On Chance.

In Everyone There Sleeps A Sense Of Life Lived According To Love.

I Think We Got Much Better Poetry When It Was All Regarded As Sinful Or Subversive, And You Had To Hide It Under The Cushion When Somebody Came In.