Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords - philosophy, art, poetry, love, scandal, and the weather.

Poetry is one of the few nasty childhood habits I've managed to grow out of.

I despair of ever writing excellent poetry.

I will not leave a corner of my consciousness covered up, but saturate myself with the strange and extraordinary new conditions of this life, and it will all refine itself into poetry later on.

Nobody ever told me what to read, or ever put poetry in my way.