“It is to call in a passing stranger and to say: Guard all my treasures while I sleep, for there is no certainty in the world beyond the certainty that I am I.”

On the vulnerability of entrusting one's happiness to another person · Critical essay on Keats, The Romantic Movement in English Poetry

• Love
• Truth

“The secret of Rimbaud, I think, is that his mind was not the mind of the artist, but of the man of action. He was a dreamer, but all his dreams were discoveries.”

His account of Rimbaud's restless genius as action rather than contemplation · Critical essay on Arthur Rimbaud

• Art

“Literature is tied by that which gives it wings.”

A compact paradox on language as both burden and flight · Introduction, Studies in Prose and Verse

• Art
• Poetry