In my religion, there would be no exclusive doctrine; all would be love, poetry, and doubt.

The shock, for an intelligent writer, of discovering for the first time that there are people younger than himself who think him stupid is severe.

Except for poverty, incompatibility, opposition of parents, absence of love on one side and of desire to marry on both, nothing stands in the way of our happy union.

There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.

In youth the life of reason is not in itself sufficient; afterwards the life of emotion, except for short periods, becomes unbearable.

Industrial society seems likely to be entering a period of severe stress, due in part to problems of human behavior and in part to economic and environmental problems

Most people do not believe in anything very much and our greatest poetry is given to us by those who do.