I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It's listed as part of the poetic training, you know.

It is more than likely that the brain itself is, in origin and development, only a sort of great clot of genital fluid held in suspense or reserved. This hypothesis would explain the enormous content of the brain as a maker or presenter of images.

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

Glance is the enemy of vision.

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

Objectivity and again objectivity, and expression: no hindside-before-ness, no straddled adjectives (as "addled mosses dank"), no Tennysonianness of speech; nothing-nothing that you couldn't, in some circumstance, in the stress of some emotion, actually say.

USURY is the cancer of the world, which only the surgeon’s knife of Fascism can cut out of the life of the nations.