Conrad Aiken

It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on…

— Conrad Aiken

The truth--a hideous spectacle!

— Conrad Aiken

“It was gentler here, softer, its seethe the quietest of whispers, as if, in deference to a drawing room, it had quite…

— Conrad Aiken

One cricket said to another - come, let us be ridiculous, and say love! love love love love love let us be…

— Conrad Aiken

I began by doing book reviews on the typewriter and then went over to short stories on the machine, meanwhile sticking to…

— Conrad Aiken

“And the mist of snow, as he had foreseen, was still on it - a ghost of snow falling in the bright…

— Conrad Aiken

I think it's very useful to be insulated from your surrounds, because it gives you your inviolate privacy, without pressures, so that…

— Conrad Aiken

Death is one dream out of another flowing.

— Conrad Aiken

The wind shrieks, the wind grieves; It dashes the leaves on walls, it whirls then again; And the enormous sleeper vaguely and…

— Conrad Aiken

Death is never an ending, death is a change; Death is beautiful, for death is strange; Death is one dream out of…

— Conrad Aiken

As poetry is the highest speech of man, it can not only accept and contain, but in the end express best everything…

— Conrad Aiken

Youth yearns to youth, full blood loves full blood only.

— Conrad Aiken

One is least sure of one's self, sometimes, when one is most positive.

— Conrad Aiken

For in this walk, this voyage, it is yourself, the profound history of your 'self,' that now as always you encounter.

— Conrad Aiken

Life is the thing--the song of life-- The eager plow, the thirsty knife!

— Conrad Aiken

Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I…

— Conrad Aiken

I think that what's happening today, with all the young poets rushing from one college to another, lecturing at the drop of…

— Conrad Aiken

How shall we praise the magnificence of the dead, The great man humbled, the haughty brought to dust?

— Conrad Aiken

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

— Conrad Aiken

It is precisely the sort of thing I am always trying to do in my writing -- to present my unhappy reader…

— Conrad Aiken

I've tried it long ago, with hashish and peyote. Fascinating, yes, but no good, no. This, as we find in alcohol, is…

— Conrad Aiken

Time in the heart and sequence in the brain-- Such as destroyed Rimbaud and fooled Verlaine. And let us then take godhead…

— Conrad Aiken

My heart has become as hard as a city street, the horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, all day long…

— Conrad Aiken

The one you love leans forward, smiles, deceives you, Opens a door through which you see dark dreams.

— Conrad Aiken

“Listen!" it said. "We'll tell you the last, the most beautiful and secret story shut your eyes it is a very small…

— Conrad Aiken