Intellectual sodomy, which comes from the refusal to be simple about plain matters, is as gross and abundant today as sexual perversion and they are nowise different from one another.

Writing is conscience, scruple, and the farming of our ancestors.

I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks.

We are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain.

The earnings of a poet could be reckoned by a metaphysician rather than a bookkeeper.

Recognize the cunning man not by the corpses he pays homage to but by the living writers he conspires against with the most shameful weapon, Silence, or the briefest review.

There are men that are birds, and their raiment is trembling feathers, for they show their souls to everyone and everything that is ungentle or untutored or evil or mockery is as a rude stone cast at them, and they suffer all day long, or as Paul remarks they are slain every moment.