It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week.

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.

Until you know who has lent what to whom, you know nothing whatever of politics, you know nothing whatever of history, you know nothing of international wrangles.

And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass

Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.

Discoveries are made by gluttons and addicts. The man who forgets to eat and sleep has an appetite for fact, for interrelations among causes.

I think an alliance with Stalin's Russia is rotten.