A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.

Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.

Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.

Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.