If one were to live his life fully and completely were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream.

The artistic life is a long, lovely suicide.

The English are always degrading truths into facts. When a truth becomes a fact it loses all its intellectual value.

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.

And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

I wonder that no criminal has ever pleaded the ugliness of your city as an excuse for his crimes.