This is something that I cannot get over -- that a whole line could be written by half a man, that a work could be built on the quicksand of a character.

I saw a poet chase a butterfly in a meadow. He put his net on a bench where a boy sat reading a book. It's a misfortune that it is usually the other way round.

The triumph of morality: A thief who has broken into a bedroom claims his sense of shame had been outraged, and by threatening theoccupants with exposure of an immoral act he blackmails them into not bringing charges for burglary.

Experiences are savings which a miser puts aside. Wisdom is an inheritance which a wastrel cannot exhaust.

You'd be surprised how hard it can often be to translate an action into an idea.

If children had been told that they could not blow their noses, this alone would make adults blush.

Science is spectral analysis. Art is light synthesis.