Words have no word for words that are not true.

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

The older lives like not to be stood in rows or at right angles.

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.

To my generation no other English poet seemed so perfectly to express the sensibility of a male adolescent. If I do not now turn to him very often, I am eternally grateful to him for the joy he gave me in my youth.

The parlour cars and Pullmans are packed also with scented assassins, salad-eaters who murder on milk.

To read is to translate, for no two persons' experiences are the same. A bad reader is like a bad translator: he interprets literally when he ought to paraphrase and paraphrases when he ought to interpret literally.