But really, this is no great sorrow, particularly, you’ll agree, when wine’s imported duty-free.

Light-minded society mercilessly persecutes in reality what it allows in theory.

He’s happy now, he’s almost sane.

We’ve got to have forbidden fruit, Or Eden’s joys for us are moot.

To “seek inspiration” has always seemed to me a ridiculous and absurd fancy: inspiration cannot be sought out; it must find the poet. For.

Moral commonplaces are amazingly useful when we can find little in ourselves with which to justify our actions.

Dearer to me than a host of base truths is the illusion that exalts.

A man who’s active and incisive can yet keep nail-care much in mind: why fight what’s known to be decisive? custom is despot of mankind.

In this, our age of infamy Man’s choice is but to be A tyrant, traitor, prisoner: No other choice has he.

Tis time, my friend, ’tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking Fragments of being, while together you and I Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.