I think you are wrong, Basil, but I won't argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love.

In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody.

A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing.

When you really want love you will find it waiting for you.

Just because a man has died for it, does not make it true.

Personality must be accepted for what it is. You mustn't mind that a poet is a drunk, rather that drunks are not always poets.