Occupation: Writer Birth: December 13, 1890 Death: March 5, 1937
I blessed the power which has filled my life with poetry..
If it is true that it is the simplicity of the Einsteinian formulae which constitutes their difficulty, that they are so obvious as to escape notice,….
There are two kinds of reading, reading which is contemplation - even a kind of vision & reading for information. For the first only the best will do….
I thought of my father's wisdom, as though it were buried in a box under a tree. As in the old song - a gold box with a silver pin. Some day I should….
Sink twice before you strike out for land..
Frog or pearl, life hid something at the bottom of the cup..
It is in the nature of any effort to leave something serviceable behind it..
The truth which may not be told, is the truth which cannot be told..
I cannot remember a time when I was not enraptured or tortured by words. Always there have been words which, sometimes for their sound alone, sometim….
Not till the end of the war will there be any time for art or love or magic again. Perhaps never again..
One should be allowed to choose one's burden..
Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, and therein stay..
Armed with madness, I go on a long voyage..
Art is the god you have not seen..
For watching death, and above all, after death; not death in battle, but death after battle, brings one to certain indifferences that are also a form….
I am old enough to remember what it was like when the theories of Freud first escaped from the study and the clinic, and the great game of Hunt-the C….
Nature has a counterpart, a representation of every interior mood and obscure perception of man..