Imagination Is The Voice Of The Daring.

Life, As It Is Called, Is For Most Of Us One Long Postponement.

The Cradles Of Civilization Are The Putrid Sinks Of The World.

The Poem Is The Dream Made Flesh, In A Two-fold Sense: As Work Of Art, And As Life, Which Is A Work Of Art.

What Holds The World Together, As I Have Learned From Bitter Experience, Is Sexual Intercourse.

Every Man Is Working Out His Destiny In His Own Way And Nobody Can Be Of Any Help Except By Being Kind, Generous, And Patient.