The trouble with wedlock is that there's not enough wed and too much lock.

People like to imagine that because all our mechanical equipment moves so much faster, that we are thinking faster, too.

The greatest poem ever known Is one all poets have outgrown: The poetry, innate, untold, Of being only four years old.

Words are a commodity in which there is never any slump.

The evening papers print what they do and get away with it because by afternoon the human mind is ruined anyhow.

The human mind appears suddenly and inexplicably out of some unknown and unimaginable void. It passes half its known life in the mental chaos of sleep. Even when awake it is a victim of its own ill-adjustment, of disease, of age, of external suggestion, of nature's compulsions; it doubts its own sensations and trusts only in instruments and averages.

Poetry comes with anger, hunger and dismay; it does not often visit groups of citizens sitting down to be literary together, and would appal them if it did.