The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart, And sang within the bloody wood When Agamemnon cried aloud, And let their liquid siftings fall To stain the stiff dishonored shroud.

I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

There will be time to murder and create.

Every nation, every race, has not only its own creative, but its own critical turn of mind; and is even more oblivious of the shortcomings and limitations of its critical habits than of those of its creative genius.

Old men ought to be explorers.

Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.

Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.