You have to fight for your life. That's the chief condition on which you hold it.

There are evils that have the ability to survive identification and go on for ever... money, for instance, or war.

Unfortunately for the betterment of mankind it is not always the fair-minded who are in the right.

Each man has his own batch of poems.

When I didn't argue he was satisfied he had persuaded me, and was not the first to make that mistake.

Art -- the fresh feeling, new harmony, the transforming magic which by means of myth brings back the scattered distracted soul from its modern chaos -- art, not politics, is the remedy.

A writer is in the broadest sense a spokesman of his community. Through him that community comes to know its heart. Without such knowledge, how long can it survive?