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

All great art is born of the metropolis.

In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.

Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree.

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

The thought of what America would be like If the Classics had a wide circulation Troubles my sleep (Cantico del Sole)

Genius... is the capacity to see ten things where the ordinary man sees one.