I heard someone say he [Carl Sandburg] was the kind of writer who had everything to gain and nothing to lose by being translated into another language.
A definite purpose, like blinders on a horse, inevitably narrows its possessor's point of view.
Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.
An idea is a feat of association.
A successful lawsuit is the one worn by a policeman.
Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.