Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.

A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.

It is already possible to imagine a society in which the majority of the population, that is to say, its laborers, will have almost as much leisure as in earlier times was enjoyed by the aristocracy. When one recalls how aristocracies in the past actually behaved, the prospect is not cheerful.

God may reduce you on Judgment Day to tears of shame, reciting by heart the poems you would have written, had your life been good.

Adjectives are the potbelly of poetry.

My deepest feeling about politicians is that they are dangerous lunatics to be avoided when possible and carefully humored; people, above all, to whom one must never tell the truth.

When one looks into the window of a store which sells devotional art objects, one can't help wishing the iconoclasts had won.