Laziness acknowledges the relation of the present to the past but ignores its relation to the future; impatience acknowledge its relation to the future but ignores its relation to the past; neither the lazy nor the impatient man, that is, accepts the present instant in its full reality and so cannot love his neighbour completely.

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

Language is the mother, not the handmaiden, of thought; words will tell you things you never thought or felt before.

Those who hate to go to bed fear death; those who hate to get up fear life.

In the end, art is small beer. The really serious things are earning one's living so as not to be a parasite and loving one's neighbor.

Sincerity is technique.

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.