Woe to that nation whose literature is cut short by the intrusion of force. This is not merely interference with freedom of the press but the sealing up of a nation's heart the excision of its memory.
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this at any time it can be quietly led.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their...
With me poetry has not been a purpose but a passion.
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between...
I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination...
I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with...
