You wish to be a poet; you wish to be a lover. But the splendid clarity of your intelligence, and the remorseless honestly of your intellect bring you to a halt.

“They are very large in effect, these painters; very little self-conscious; they…”

“It is as if Emily Brontë could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fi…”

“What a vast fertility of pleasure books hold for me! I went in and found the ta…”

“so that it may grow fatter and”