The human mind has an infinite capacity for self-deception.
[Alexander] Hamilton estimated portrait painters as thieves of time.
The final result of too much routine is death in life.
... France is the genius among nations.
I want books written out of a brain and heart and soul crowded and vital with Life, spelled with a big L. I want poetry bursting with passion. I don't care a hang for the 'verbal felicities.' They'll do for the fringe, but I want the garment to warm me first.
Civilization in certain respects is as inadequate as it was a thousand years ago.