“I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.”

There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music.

Health is the greatest of blessings – with health and hope we should be content to live.

Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity.

When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.

Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.

A man should have the fine point of his soul taken off to become fit for this world.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree’s summit.

How does the poet speak to men with power, but by being still more a man than they.

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not.

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.

And how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes.

Pleasure is oft a visitant; but pain Clings cruelly to us.

I could talk all day, T stands for talking, T stands for tender, T stands for things that don’t even rhyme with T.

I don’t really have a writing process. I don’t write at all but, honestly, I feel like it’s a modern-day writing because everything is technology and if I go in there and freestyle and I keep it.

Back in the day, I would wear up to 45 pounds of gold. It would take me four hours to get dressed!

I’d rather go around in a good pair of jeans that you don’t wash every day, because they get more and more comfortable.

A girl phoned me the other day and said… ‘Come on over, there’s nobody home.’ I went over. Nobody was home.

I used to be so angry. I think back to my early days as a critic in the late 1990s, and I blush.

My rule is to break one sweat a day.

I used to soak my mitts in a bucket of water for about two days. Then I’d put a couple of baseballs in the pocket and wrap it up with a rubber band.