When words cease to cling close to things, kingdoms fall, empires wane and diminish.

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

There is natural ignorance and there is artificial ignorance. I should say at the present moment the artificial ignorance is about eighty-five per cent.

Poetry is about as much a 'criticism of life' as red-hot iron is a criticism of fire.

I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.

Speak against unconscious oppression, Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative, Speak against bonds.

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