Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.
It is impossible to design a system so perfect that no one needs to be good.
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.