Dear Sir: Regarding your article 'What's Wrong with the World?' I am. Yours truly.

A man cannot be wise enough to be a great artist without being wise enough to wish to be a philosopher.

It is always the secure who are humble.

By experts in poverty I do not mean sociologists, but poor men.

All literary style, especially national style, is made up of such coincidences, which are a spiritual sort of puns. That is why style is untranslatable.

A thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.

And we were angry and poor and happy, And proud of seeing our names in print.