Democracy is now currently defined in Europe as a 'country run by Jews,'

The act of bell ringing is symbolic of all proselytizing religions. It implies the pointless interference with the quiet of other people.

The Image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy.

Genius... is the capacity to see ten things where the ordinary man sees one.

Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.

The technique of infamy is to start two lies at once and get people arguing heatedly over which is the truth.

As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.

The ant's a centaur in his dragon world.

All great art is born of the metropolis.

'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!

What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it.

Pride makes us artificial

[P]art of the pleasure of engaging with a writer is unraveling some allusions and admitting defeat by others.

Learning never stops till the very end of life's existence from whoever and at whatever time or situations.

In every relationship one must sacrifice to show thy love. Are you willing to make sacrifices for someone you love?

I'm kind of a nervous person in general. I'm socially awkward. I'm not tall and sensuous. I usually wear sweats everywhere I go. Oh, and I burp a lot.

I don't believe that you can talk about a photograph being true or false. I don't think such a claim has any meaning.

How do you measure whether or not a strategy of economic growth that is articulated by a very smart, capable economist actually yields growth? You can't. But you can influence.

Single men and determined groups have been the only makers of space in which man could walk free.

I would love to act. I probably won't make it to Hollywood at 42 years of age, but I'd love to act.

Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry, Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.