I hate French poetry. What measured glitter!

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.

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

Take from me the hope that I can change the future and you will send me mad.

Editors are constantly on the watch to discover new talents in old names.

You, the Spirit of the Settlement! ... Not understand that America is God's crucible, the great melting-pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming! Here, you stand, good folk, think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, here you stand in your fifty groups, with your fifty languages and histories, and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalries.

A man likes his wife to be just clever enough to appreciate his cleverness, and just stupid enough to admire it.