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.

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

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

A golf course outside a big town serves an excellent purpose in that it segregates, as though a concentration camp, all the idle and idiot well-to-do.

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

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.

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