Occupation: Poet Birth: September 7, 1887 Death: December 9, 1964
The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten..
There is no truth. Only points of view..
My temper is not spoilt. I am absolutely non-homicidal. Nor do I ever attack unless I have been attacked first, and then Heaven have mercy upon the a….
I am patient with stupidity but not with those who are proud of it..
I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish..
... all ugliness passes, and beauty endures, excepting of the skin..
My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence..
Good taste is the worst vice ever invented..
Eccentricity is not, as some would believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are fre….
All great poetry is dipped in the dyes of the heart..
Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?.
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home..
I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health..
The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth..
Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness..
Poetry ennobles the heart and the eyes, and unveils the meaning of all things upon which the heart and the eyes dwell. It discovers the secret rays o….
What is the special privilege of youth? It is, I think, the power of looking forward, the firm belief that the future holds something that is worth p….
By 'happiness' I do not mean worldly success or outside approval, though it would be priggish to deny that both these things are most agreeable. I me….
The child and the great artist -- these alone receive the sensation fresh as it was at the beginning of the world..
Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality..
It is hardly respectable to be good nowadays..