The artistic impulse seems not to wish to produce finished work. It certainly deserts us half-way, after the idea is born; and if we go on, it is labor.

It is fair to judge peoples by the rights they will sacrifice most for.

Tender are a mother's dreams, But her babe's not what he seems. See him plotting in his mind To grow up some other kind.

Babies are unreasonable; they expect far too much of existence. Each new generation that comes takes one look at the world, thinks wildly, "Is this all they've done to it?" and bursts into tears.

As to modesty and decency, if we are simians we have done well, considering: but if we are something else-fallen angels-we have indeed fallen far.

Too many moralists begin with a dislike of reality.

If you don't go to other men's funerals, they won't go to yours.