You come to the United States not knowing what to expect. Then all your worst prejudices are confirmed.

In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.

To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.

If anything might hurt her, silence would; and I wanted to hurt her.

It is not only species of animal that die out, but whole species of feeling. And if you are wise you will never pity the past for what it did not know, but pity yourself for what it did.

There are two kinds of hangover: in one you feel ill and incapable, in the other you feel ill and lucid.

Content is a word unknown to life; it is also a word unknown to man.