It is part of the poet's work to show each man what he sees but does not know he sees.

Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.

I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.

Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. It is no season in which to wander the world as if one were the wind blowing aimlessly along the streets without a place to rest, without food, and without time meaning anything to one, just as time means nothing to the wind.

By the time I was eleven years old, I had been taught that nature, far from abhorring a Vacuum, positively adores it.

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.