The modern city is ugly not because it is a city but because it is not enough of a city, because it is a jungle, because it is confused and anarchic, and surging with selfish and materialistic energies.

Thanks are the highest form of thought.

The thing I hate about an argument is that it always interrupts a discussion.

I did try to found a little heresy of my own; and when I had put the last touches to it, I discovered that it was orthodoxy.

One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak.

But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun.; and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon. It may not be automatic monotony that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never gotten tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we.

That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face - that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.