In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.

Song in the Manner of Housman" O woe, woe, People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already. The bird sits on the hawthorn tree But he dies also, presently. Some lads get hung, and some get shot. Woeful is this human lot. Woe! woe, etcetera.... London is a woeful place, Shropshire is much pleasanter. Then let us smile a little space Upon fond nature's morbid grace. Oh, Woe, woe, woe, etcetera.

What thou lovest well remains.

A general loathing of a gang or sect usually has some sound basis in instinct.

There is no reason why the same man should like the same books at eighteen and at forty-eight

I dunno what my 23 infantile years in America signify. I left as soon as motion was autarchic -- I mean my motion.

Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.