People that insist upon drinking and driving, are putting the quart before the hearse.

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.

Hell is God's great compliment to the reality of human freedom and the dignity of human choice.

If we want to give poor people soap we must set out deliberately to give them luxuries. If we will not make them rich enough to be clean, then empathically we must do what we did with the saints. We must reverence them for being dirty.

Thrift is the really romantic thing; economy is more romantic than extravagance... thrift is poetic because it is creative; waste is unpoetic because it is waste... if a man could undertake to make use of all the things in his dustbin, he would be a broader genius than Shakespeare.

There is, therefore, about all complete conviction a kind of huge helplessness.

The mind that finds its way to wild places is the poet's; but the mind that never finds its way back is the lunatic's.