Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.

There is a decivilizing bug somewhere at work; unconsciously persons of stern worth, by not resenting and resisting the small indignities of the times, are preparing themselves for the eventual acceptance of what they themselves know they don't want.

There's no limit to how complicated things can get, on account of one thing always leading to another.

But real life is only one kind of life—there is also the life of the imagination.

Necessity first mothered invention. Now invention has little ones of her own, and they look just like grandma.

A poet's pleasure is to withhold a little of his meaning, to intensify by mystification. He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it.

To perceive Christmas through its wrappings becomes more difficult with every year.