My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.
America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don’t mean to do harm. But the harm does not interest them.
I can’t believe there is a poet who hasn’t eagerly put down a word one day, only to erase it the next day deciding it was sheer lunacy. It’s part of the process of selection.
You can’t lie down in the ashes of another person’s life.
Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.
What I like about cities is that everything is king size, the beauty and the ugliness.
The fox has many tricks. The hedgehog has but one. But that is the best of all.
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.