What thou lovest well remains.

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 Image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy.

Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.

The sum of human wisdom is not contained in any one language.

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

You have been second always. Tragical? No. You preferred it to the usual thing: One dull man, dulling and uxorious, One average mind- with one thought less, each year.