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.

A real building is one on which the eye can light and stay lit.

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.

Any damn fool can be spontaneous.

I think an alliance with Stalin's Russia is rotten.

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

Use no superfluous word, no adjective, which does not reveal something.