Artists are the antennae of the race.

Wars in old times were made to get slaves. The modern implement of imposing slavery is debt.

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

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

The secret of popular writing is never to put more on a given page than the common reader can lap off it with no strain whatsoever on his habitually slack attention.

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