The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.

Technique is the test of sincerity.

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.

Art is to be admired rather than explained. The jargon of these sculptors is beyond me. I do not precisely know why I admire a green granite, female, apparently pregnant monster with one eye going around a square corner.

A man's hope measures his civilization. The attainability of the hope measures, or may measure, the civilization of his nation and time.

The sum of human wisdom is not contained in any one language, and no single language is capable of expressing all forms and degrees of human comprehension.

I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It's listed as part of the poetic training, you know.