I hope that one or two immortal lyrics will come out of all this tumbling around.

... how much of our inner substance is it good for us to give to public griefs? The whole modern tendency to agonize over the suffering of the entire globe is surely something new.

A thousand kindnesses do not make up for a thousand blows.

... politics are nothing but sand and gravel: it is art and life that feed us until we die. Everything else is ambition, hysteria or hatred.

O remember In your narrowing dark hours That more things move Than blood in the heart.

It is through the acceptance of a variety of aethetic and intellectual points of view that a culture is given breadth and density.

The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another.