A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.
America is a lunatic asylum.
Science is unpoetic only to minds jaundiced with sentiment and romanticism . . . the great masters of the past boasted all they could of it and found it magical.
I would hold the rosy, slender fingers of the dawn for you.
People find ideas a bore because they do not distinguish between live ones and stuffed ones on a shelf.
A crowd pagan as ever imperial Rome was, eager, careless, with an animal vigour unlike that of any European crowd that I have ever looked at.