Evil is unspectacular and always human And shares our bed and eats at our own table |
Fame often makes a writer vain, but seldom makes him proud. |
Few writers have had less journalistic talent than James, and this is his defect, for the supreme masters have one trait in common with the childish scribbling mass, the vulgar curiosity of a police-court reporter. |
Five minutes on even the nicest mountain / Is awfully long. |
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten? |
Geniuses are the luckiest of mortals because what they must do is the same as what they most want to do. |
God bless the USA, so large, so friendly, and so rich. |
Goodness is easier to recognize than to define. |
Harrow the house of the dead; look shining at / New styles of architecture, a change of heart. |
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. |
Hemingway is terribly limited. His technique is good for short stories, for people who meet once in a bar very late at night, but do not enter into relations. But not for the novel. |
His truth acceptable to lying men. |
How happy the lot of the mathematician! He is judged solely by his peers, and the standard is so high that no colleague or rival can ever win a reputation he does not deserve. No cashier writes a letter to the press complaining about the incomprehensibility of Modern Mathematics and comparing it unfavorably with the good old days when mathematicians were content to paper irregularly shaped rooms and fill bathtubs without closing the waste pipe. |
Hunger allows no choice, To the citizens or the police; We must love one another or die |
I cannot accept the doctrine that in poetry there is a ''suspension of belief.'' A poet must never make a statement simply because it is sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true. |