And now I have to confess the unpardonable and the scandalous. I am a happy man. And I am going to tell you the secret of my happiness. It is quite simple. I love mankind. I love love. I hate hate. I try to understand and accept.
Poetry is a religion with no hope.
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.
A prig always finds a last refuge in responsibility.
One sits down first; one thinks afterwards.
Do not take up cause against the inaccuracies printed about you. They are your protection.