Forgotten is forgiven.

Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.

Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.

First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.

For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.