Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly
hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of catfish.
My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty...But I am too busy thinking about myself.
I am patient with stupidity, but not with those who are proud of it.
Eccentricity is not, as some would believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
Poetry is the deification of reality.