Against a diseased imagination demonstration goes for nothing.

When the end of the world comes, I want to be in Kentucky, because everything there happens 20 years after it happens anywhere else.

What a lumbering poor vehicle prose is for the conveying of a great thought! ... Prose wanders around with a lantern & laboriously schedules & verifies the details & particulars of a valley & its frame of crags & peaks, then Poetry comes, & lays bare the whole landscape with a single splendid flash.

The cost of living hasn't effected its popularity.

Our heroes are men who do things which we recognize, with regret, and sometimes with a secret shame, that we cannot do.

We often feel sad in the presence of music without words; and often more than that in the presence of music without music.

...heaven for climate, and hell for society.