Routine, in an intelligent man, is a sign of ambition.

Moreover, if great men are the only hope of the Evolutionary Process, they are morally bound to rule over the masses for their own good -- we are all here on earth to help others: what on earth the others are here for, I don't know -- and the masses have no right whatsoever to resist them.

The camera may do justice to laughter, but must degrade sorrow.

Routine, in an intelligent man, is a sign of ambition.

We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and let our illusions die.

The element of craftsmanship in poetry is obscured by the fact that all men are taught to speak and most to read and write, while very few men are taught to draw or paint or write music.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.