The terrible newly imported American doctrine that everyone ought to do something.

The only difference between an artist and a lunatic is, perhaps, that the artist has the restraint or courtesy to conceal the intensity of his obsession from all except those similarly afflicted.

It is fatal to be appreciated in one's own time.

For forty days he went out into the desert - and never shot anything [on Jesus]

Poetry is like fish: if it's fresh, it's good; if it's stale, it's bad; and if you're not certain, try it on the cat.

We attended stables, as we attended church, in our best clothes, thereby no doubt showing the degree of respect due to horses.

In reality, killing time is only the name for another of the multifarious ways by which Time kills us.