Wars are made to make debt.
If the individual, or heretic, gets hold of some essential truth, or sees some error in the system being practiced, he commits so many marginal errors himself that he is worn out before he can establish his point.
A man who is ‘of sound mind’ is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key.
To write regular verses destroys an infinite number of fine possibilities, but at the same time it suggests a multitude of distant and totally unexpected thoughts.
Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.
Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber’s wax dummy is to sculpture.
A civilized man is one who will give a serious answer to a serious question. Civilization itself is a certain sane balance of values.
Religion, oh, just another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art.
Either move or be moved.
Nothing written for pay is worth printing. Only what has been written against the market.