Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.

Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.

The exceeding brightness of this early sun
Makes me conceive how dark I have become.

Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates. It is of the nature of that in which it is found, whether the poem, the manner of a god, the bearing of a man. It is not a dress.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

To be young is all there is in the world. They talk so beautifully about work and having a family and a home (and I do, too, sometimes) --but it's all worry and head-aches and respectable poverty and forced gushing. Telling people how nice it is, when, in reality, you would give all of your last thirty years for one of your first thirty. Old people are tremendous frauds.