New York is the great stone desert.

...the wonderful poems interpreting with equal magic the romance of strange lands and times, or the modern soul, naked and unashamed, as if clothed in its own complexity; the humorous-tragic questionings of the universe; the delicious travel-pictures and fantasies; the lucid criticisms of art, and politics, and philosophy, informed with malicious wisdom, shimmering with poetry and wit.

The only true love is love at first sight; second sight dispels it.

There never was an age in which so many people were able to write badly.

What clinical lectures I will give in heaven, demonstrating the ignorance of doctors!

The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.

No Jew was ever fool enough to turn Christian unless he was a clever man.