Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men!

The artist is the antenna of the race.

Artists are the antennae of the race.

I found after seventy years that I was not a lunatic but a moron.... I should have been able to do better.

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

A man's hope measures his civilization. The attainability of the hope measures, or may measure, the civilization of his nation and time.

I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.