I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.
Space ails us moderns: we are sick with space.
Thinking isn’t agreeing or disagreeing. That’s voting.
A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body – the wishbone.
To be social is to be forgiving.
His life, though none too long, Was never dull: Of woman, wine and song Bill had his full.
Write verse, not poetry. The public wants verse. If you have a talent for poetry, then don’t by any means mother it, but try your hand at verse.
When a woman like that whom I’ve seen so much, All of a sudden drops out of touch; Is always busy and never can, Spare you a moment, it means a man.
All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.
The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.