All my life I believed I knew something. But then one strange day came when I realized that I knew nothing, yes, I knew nothing. And so words became void of meaning. I have arrived too late at ultimate uncertainty.

The concept of genius as akin to madness has been carefully cultivated by the inferiority complex of the public.

A great age of literature is perhaps always a great age of translations.

Poetry is a language pared down to its essentials.

Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are. Come, my friend, and remember that the rich have butlers and no friends, And we have friends and no butlers. (excerpt from 'The Garrett')

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

The curse of me and my nation is that we always think things can be bettered by immediate action of some sort, any sort rather than no sort.