Usura slayeth the child in the womb It stayeth the young man's courting It hath brought palsey to bed, lyeth between the young bride and her bridegroom
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea.
Artists are the antennae of the race.
I think an alliance with Stalin's Russia is rotten.
Speak against unconscious oppression, Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative, Speak against bonds.
There is no reason why the same man should like the same books at eighteen and at forty-eight