America is a lunatic asylum.

A general loathing of a gang or sect usually has some sound basis in instinct.

Adolf Hitler was a Jeanne d'Arc, a saint. He was a martyr. Like many martyrs, he held extreme views.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation. Neither are they transmitted by book learning.

Literature does not exist in a vacuum. Writers as such have a definite social function exactly proportional to their ability as writers. This is their main use.

Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.

There are few things more difficult than to appraise the work of a man suddenly dead in his youth; to disentangle promise from achievement; to save him from that sentimentalizing which confuses the tragedy of the interruption with the merit of the work actually performed.