The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time.
Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.
Content is a word unknown to life; it is also a word unknown to man.
There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.
Our accepting what we are must always inhibit our being what we ought to be.
We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
The most important questions in life can never be answered by anyone except oneself.
In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.
I don't think the English like me. I sold a colossal best seller in America, and they never really forgave me.