A very intimate sense of the expressiveness of outward things which ponders listens penetrates where the earlier less developed consciousness passed lightly by is an important element in the general temper of our modern poetry.
Nothing in the affairs of men is worthy of great anxiety.
I never did anything worth doing by accident nor did any of my inventions...
Cunning... is but the low mimic of wisdom.
Only the dead have seen the end of war.
Girls are telling me to take my shirt off. It's like, 'Hello! I'm a...
In a sense, there's a great truth to that, but,...
I'm delighted. I don't know of anybody who had a...
