All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

Never write up your diary on the day itself, for it takes longer than that to know what happened.

If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.

The world, in its sheer exuberance of kindness, will try to bury the poet with warm and lovely human trivialities. It will even ask him to autograph books.

God made man merely to hear some praise of what he'd done on those Five Days.

When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.

The censure of a dog is something no man can stand.