It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.

The real trouble with war (modern war) is that it gives no one a chance to kill the right people.

And the betrayers of language ...... n and the press gang And those who had lied for hire; The perverts, the perverters of language, the perverts, who have set money-lust Before the pleasures of the senses; howling, as of a hen-yard in a printing-house, the clatter of presses, the blowing of dry dust and stray paper, foetor, sweat, the stench of stale oranges.

Mass ought to be in Latin, unless you could do it in Greek or Chinese. In fact, any abracadabra that no bloody member of the public or half-educated ape of a clargimint could think he understood.

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

It would be about as easy for an American to become a Chinaman or a Hindoo as for him to acquire an Englishness or a Frenchness or a European-ness that is more than half skin deep.

The history of an art is the history of masterwork, not of failures, or mediocrity.