I was last in Rome in AD 540 when it was full of Goths and their heavy horses. It has changed a great deal since then.

There is one story and one story only.

Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason.

A banker warned the British poet Robert Graves that one could not grow rich writing poetry. He replied that if there was no money in poetry, there was certainly no poetry in money, and so it was all even.

Every English poet should master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them.

I was thinking, "So, I’m Emperor, am I? What nonsense! But at least I'll be able to make people read my books now.

I was last in Rome in AD 540 when it was full of Goths and their heavy horses. It has changed a great deal since then.