Nothing written for pay is worth printing. Only what has been written against the market.

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

The artist is always beginning.

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

Poets who are not interested in music are, or become, bad poets.

When two men in business always agree, one of them is unnecessary.

The individual cannot think and communicate his thought, the governor and legislator cannot act effectively or frame his laws without words, and the solidity and validity of these words is in the care of the damned and despised litterati...when their very medium, the very essence of their work, the application of word to thing goes rotten, i.e. becomes slushy and inexact, or excessive or bloated, the whole machinery of social and of individual thought and order goes to pot.