Any man worth his salt has by the time he is forty-five accumulated a crown of thorns, and the problem is to learn to wear it over one ear.

The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.

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

Religion is an attempt, a noble attempt, to suggest in human terms more-than-human realities.

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.

How womanly it is to ask the unanswerable at the moment impossible.

Truth is what every man sees lurking at the bottom of his own soul, like the oyster shell housewives put in the kitchen kettle to collect the lime from the water. By and by each man's iridescent oyster shell of Truth becomes coated with the lime of prejudice and hearsay.