You cannot grow a beard in a moment of passion.

The central idea of poetry is the idea of guessing right, like a child.

I regard golf as an expensive way of playing marbles.

In a world flagrant with the failures of civilization, what is there particularly immortal about our own?

The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.

From the standpoint of any sane person, the present problem of capitalist concentration is not only a question of law, but of criminal law, not to mention criminal lunacy.

Materialists and madmen never have doubts.