I don't suppose there's really any critic except posterity.

Sociology, the guilty science, functions best by alarm.

A happy childhood can't be cured. Mine'll hang around my neck like a rainbow, that's all, instead of a noose.

I always say that one's poetry is a solace to oneself and a nuisance to one's friends.

I don't suppose there's really any critic except posterity.

But the trek that starts with the feet always rises in time to the head. There had never been any of mankind's that didn't.

The young show the genetic process, the old merely die of it.