One has to pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while one is still alive.
He that humbleth himself wishes to be exalted.
Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is impossible to talk in polite company.
Egoism is the very essence of a noble soul.
When one does away with oneself one does the most estimable thing possible: one thereby almost deserves to live.
When art dresses in worn-out material it is most easily recognized as art.
In poetry, I have, since very young, loved poetry in translation. The Chinese, the French, the Russians, Italians, Indians and early Celts: the formality of the translator’s voice, their measured breath and anxiety moves me as it lingers over the original.
I grew up reading 19th-century novels and late Victorian children’s books, so I try for a good story full of coincidence and error, landscape and weather. However, the world was radically changed during my lifetime, and I tell of that battering as best I can.
He who cannot give anything away cannot feel anything either.
The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.