A Perfect Poem Is Impossible.

Children Born Of Fairy Stock Never Need For Shirt Or Frock, Never Want For Food Or Fire, Always Get Their Heart's Desire.

If I Thought That Any Poem Of Mine Could Have Been Written By Anyone Else, Either A Contemporary Or A Forerunner, I Should Suppress It With A Blush; And I Should Do The Same If I Ever Found I Were Imitating Myself. Every Poem Should Be New, Unexpected, Inimitable, And Incapable Of Being Parodied.

I Was Thinking, "so, I’m Emperor, Am I? What Nonsense! But At Least I'll Be Able To Make People Read My Books Now.

Myths Are Seldom Simple, And Never Irresponsible.

Love Is A Universal Migraine. A Bright Stain On The Vision, Blotting Out Reason.