A god who is both self-sufficient and content to remain so could not interest us enough to raise the question of his existence.

It is a sad fact about our culture that a poet can earn much more money writing or talking about his art than he can by practicing it.

I think the first prerequisite to civilization is an ability to make polite conversation.

There is a great deal of difference in believing something still, and believing it again.

What answer to the meaning of existence should one require beyond the right to exercise one's gifts?

As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no ending. 'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you Till China and Africa meet, And the river jumps over the mountain And the salmon sing in the street, 'I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

Art is born of humiliation.