I have often argued that a poet more than thirty years old is simply an overgrown child. I begin to suspect that there may be some truth in it.

Watching two women kiss is like watching two prizefighters shake hands.

Happiness, like health, is probably also only a passing accident. For a moment or two the organism is irritated so little that it is not conscious of it; for the duration of that moment it is happy. Thus a hog is always happier than a man, and a bacillus is happier than a hog

The fact that a human brain of high amperage, otherwise highly efficient, may have a hole in it is surely not a secret.

Of all forms of visible otherworldliness, it seems to me, the Gothic is at once the most logical and the most beautiful. It reaches up magnificently-and a good half of it is palpably useless.

It is my conviction that no normal man ever fell in love, within the ordinary meaning of the term, after the age of thirty.

There are no institutions in America: there are only fashions.