The time not to become a father is eighteen years before a war.

Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do, In spider’s web a truth discerning, Attach one silken strand to you For my returning.

There is a period near the beginning of every man's life when he has little to cling to except his unmanageable dream, little to support him except good health, and nowhere to go but all over the place.

Writing is hard work and bad for the health.

Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of a morning in the middle of a war, wanting to know what democracy is.

A despot doesn't fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.

I don't understand it, and I don't like what I don't understand.