A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself. |
The more highly public life is organized the lower does its morality sink. |
Ideas are fatal to caste. |
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? |
Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish! |
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars. |
There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer. |
I am so used to seeing the sort of play which deals with one man and two women. They do not leave me with the feeling I have made a full theatrical meal they do not give me the experience of the multiplicity of life. |
If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country. |
One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it. |
Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man. |
The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death. |
Love and understand the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land. |
I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual. |
History develops, art stands still. |
The sort of poetry I seek resides in objects man can't touch. |
At the side of the everlasting why, is a yes, and a yes, and a yes. |
It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness. |
Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice. |
Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy. |