The poet has to make a synthesis out of the moral life of our time, and this life is lived at this moment on a political plane.

If words are to change their meanings, as assuredly they are, let each user of language make such changes as please himself, put up his own suggestions, and let the best win.

At the worst, a house unkept cannot be so distressing as a life unlived.

the position of women, that sad and well-nigh universal blot on civilizations, was never far from her mind.

The very utterness of the crash and ruin, the desperation of the case, might be its hope. On ruins one can begin to build. Anyhow, looking out from ruins one clearly sees; there are no obstructing walls.

Nothing, perhaps, is strange, once you have accepted life itself, the great strange business which includes all lesser strangeness.

It is to the eccentrics that the world owes most of its knowledge.