Kill If You Must, But Never Hate:

A Well-chosen Anthology Is A Complete Dispensary Of Medicine For The More Common Mental Disorders, And May Be Used As Much For Prevention As Cure.

What We Now Call "finance" Is, I Hold, An Intellectual Perversion Of What Began As Warm Human Love.

Love Is A Universal Migraine. A Bright Stain On The Vision, Blotting Out Reason.

I Revise The Manuscript Till I Can't Read It Any Longer, Then I Get Somebody To Type It. Then I Revise The Typing. Then It's Retyped Again. Then There's A Third Typing, Which Is The Final One. Nothing Should Then Remain That Offends The Eye.

The Poet's First Rule Must Be Never To Bore His Readers; And His Best Way Of Keeping This Rule Is Never To Bore Himself-which, Of Course, Means To Write Only When He Has Something Urgent To Say.