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

People find ideas a bore because they do not distinguish between live ones and stuffed ones on a shelf.

A real building is one on which the eye can light and stay lit.

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

Artists are the antennae of the race.

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!

America is a lunatic asylum.