The cliche is dead poetry.

We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.

You generally hear that what a man doesn't know doesn't hurt him, but in business what a man doesn't know does hurt.

Words are as recalcitrant as circus animals, and the unskilled trainer can crack his whip at them in vain.

Poets and painters are outside the class system, or rather they constitute a special class of their own, like the circus people and the Gypsies.

The more we feel sorry for ourselves, the less sorry others will feel for us. People don't waste their small store of sympathy on those who can provide it so richly for themselves.

One of the marks of a great poet is that he creates his own family of words and teaches them to live together in harmony and to help one another.