There Is Balance In Life, But Not

Italians Are Never Punctual; The Café, The Convenient Place To Wait, Absolves Them From That. There Is No Question Of Hanging About, No Looking Lost And Unwanted Or Even Disreputable, As There Is In Hotel Lobbies Or The Foyers Of Restaurants. One Just Sits And Enjoys The Scene, And Waits.

A Poet Or Novelist Will Invent Interruptions To Avoid Long Consecutive Days At The Ordained Page; And Of These The Most Pernicious Are Other Kinds Of Writing -- Articles, Lectures, Reviews, A Wide Correspondence.

Poetry Has Been The Longest Pleasure Of My Life.

Madness Might Sometimes Give Access To A Kind Of Knowledge. But Was Not A Guarantee.

I Never Had, Or Wished For, Power Over You. That Isn't True, Of Course. I Wanted The Greatest Power Of All. But Not Advantage, Or Authority.