Your battles inspired me – not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
The pity is the public will demand and find a moral in my book – or worse they may take it in some more serious way, and on the honor of a gentleman, there is not one single serious line in it.
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.
Our civilization, bequeathed to us by fierce adventurers, eaters of meat and hunters, is so full of hurry and combat, so busy about many things which perhaps are of no importance, that it cannot but see something feeble in a civilization which smiles as it refuses to make the battlefield the test of excellence.