A craftsman knows in advance what the finished result will be, while the artist knows only what it will be when he has finished it.

A poet can write about a man slaying a dragon, but not about a man pushing a button that releases a bomb.

The windiest militant trash Important Persons shout Is not so crude as our wish: What mad Nijinsky wrote About Diaghilev Is true of the normal heart; For the error bred in the bone Of each woman and each man Craves what it cannot have; Not universal love But to be loved alone.

The friends who met here and embraced are gone, Each to his own mistake.

History is, strictly speaking, the study of questions; the study of answers belongs to anthropology and sociology.

A poor American feels guilty at being poor, but less guilty than an American rentier who has inherited wealth but is doing nothingto increase it; what can the latter do but take to drink and psychoanalysis?

Literary confessors are contemptible, like beggars who exhibit their sores for money, but not so contemptible as the public that buys their books.