The cynics in life are the people who are always trying to do things for people who don't want things done for them.

Egotism is usually subversive of sagacity.

When we think we don't like art it is because it is artificial art.

I, too, dislike it. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it, after all, a place for the genuine.

When one cannot appraise out of one's own experience, the temptation to blunder is minimized, but even when one can, appraisal seems chiefly useful as appraisal of the appraiser.

If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.

I see no reason for calling my work poetry except that there is no other category in which to put it.