See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering! See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind, and half turn back.

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.

The artist is always beginning.

The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.

Bureaucrats are a pox. They are supposed to be necessary. Certain chemicals in the body are supposed to be necessary to life, but cause death the moment they increase beyond a suitable limit

Religion I have defined as "Another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art".

The intellect is a very nice whirligig toy, but how people take it seriously is more than I can understand.