Mad Ireland hurt you into poetry.

America has always been a country of amateurs where the professional, that is to say, the man who claims authority as a member of an élite which knows the law in some field or other, is an object of distrust and resentment.

To save your world you asked this man to die; would this man, could he see you now, ask why?

Of all possible subjects, travel is the most difficult for an artist, as it is the easiest for a journalist.

About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters; How well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along.

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.

It's frightening how easy it is to commit murder in America. Just a drink too much. I can see myself doing it. In England, one feels all the social restraints holding one back. But here, anything can happen.