Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.

The conjunction of ruling and dreaming generates tyranny.

The man of conservative temperament believes that a known good is not lightly to be surrendered for an unknown better.

Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.

A recorded past is no more than a bygone present composed of the footprints made by human beings actually going somewhere but not knowing (in any extended sense), and certainly not revealing to us, how, they came to be afoot on these particular journeys.

In political activity, then, men sail a boundless and bottomless sea; there is neither harbour for shelter nor floor for anchorage, neither starting-place nor appointed destination. The enterprise is to keep afloat on an even keel.

Economics is not an attempt to generalize human desires or human behavior; but to generalize the phenomena of price.