When the immense drugged universe explodes In a cascade of unendurable colour And leaves us gasping naked, This is no more than the ectasy of chaos: Hold fast, with both hands, to that royal love Which alone, as we know certainly, restores Fragmentation into true being. Ecstasy of Chaos

As was the custom in such cases, the pear tree was charged with murder and sentenced to be uprooted and burned.

You mean that people who continue virtuous in an old-fashioned way must inevitably suffer in times like these?

Genius not only diagnoses the situation but supplies the answers.

To recommend a monarchy on account of the prosperity it gives the provinces seems to me like recommending that a man should have liberty to treat his children as slaves, if at the same time he treats his slaves with reasonable consideration.

There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.

In love as in sport, the amateur status must be strictly maintained.