"Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me."

"Criticism is properly the rod of divination: a hazel switch for the discovery of buried treasure, not a birch twig fo…"

"Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bi…"

"All art is a form of artifice.For in art there can be no prejudices."

"The gray-green stretch of sandy grass, Indefinitely desolate; A sea of lead, a sky of slate; Already autumn in the ai…"

"My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring."

"What we ask of him is, that he should find out for us more than we can find out for ourselves.... He must have the pa…"

"I have loved colours, and not flowers; Their motion, not the swallows wings; And wasted more than half my hours Witho…"

"I heard the sighing of the reeds At noontide and at evening, And some old dream I had forgotten I seemed to be rememb…"

"They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes …"