'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!

Rhythm is form cut into time.

You have been second always. Tragical? No. You preferred it to the usual thing: One dull man, dulling and uxorious, One average mind- with one thought less, each year.

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours Forever and forever and forever.

A classic is classic not because it conforms to certain structural rules, or fits certain definitions It is classic because of a certain eternal and irrepressible freshness.

Almost any fool can paint an academy picture, and any imbecile can shoot off a Kodak.

What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it.