If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic, and aged.

You cannot lecture on really pure poetry any more than you can talk about the ingredients of pure water-it is adulterated, methylated, sanded poetry that makes the best lectures.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.

Great bodies of people are never responsible for what they do.