Hart CraneThinkers

Essence is, in things, suspended on the invisible dimension whose vibrance has been denied the human eye at all times save in the intuition of ecstasy.

Imagination is the only thing worth a damn.

Paris is a city of dinners, soirees, erratic millionaires, painters, translators, lobsters, absinthe, music promenades, oysters, sherry, aspirin, pictures, sapphic heiresses, editors, books, sailors.