I put the words down and push them a bit.

His courtesy was somewhat extravagant. He would write and thank people who wrote to thank him for wedding presents and when he encountered anyone as punctilious as himself the correspondence ended only with death.

Your actions, and your action alone, determines your worth.

Enclosing every thin man, there's a fat man demanding elbow-room.

I think to be oversensitive about cliches is like being oversensitive about table manners.

There are no poetic ideas; only poetic utterances.

I know very few young people, but it seems to me that they are all possessed with an almost fatal hunger for permanence.