The child, offered the mother's breast, Will not in the beginning grab it; But soon it clings to it with zest. And thus at wisdom's copious breasts You'll drink each day with greater zest.

Individuality of expression is the beginning and end of all art.

The older we grow, the greater become the ordeals.

You must either conquer and rule or serve and lose, suffer or triumph, be the anvil or the hammer.

For just when ideas fail, a word comes in to save the situation.

To quit smoking, you must first want to quit, but then you must also do the quitting

I had toward the poetic art a peculiar relation which was only practical after I had cherished in my mind for a long time a subject which possessed me, a model which inspired me, a predecessor who attracted me, until at length, after I had molded it