All Wishes, Whatever Their Apparent Content, Have

Swans In The Winter Air A White Perfection Have

Whatever You Do, Good Or Bad, People Will Always Have Something Negative To Say

Before People Complain Of The Obscurity Of Modern Poetry, They Should First Examine Their Consciences And Ask Themselves With How Many People And On How Many Occasions They Have Genuinely And Profoundly Shared Some Experience With Another...

There Is A Certain Kind Of Person Who Is So Dominated By The Desire To Be Loved For Himself Alone That He Has Constantly To Test Those Around Him By Tiresome Behavior; What He Says And Does Must Be Admired, Not Because It Is Intrinsically Admirable, But Because It Is His Remark, His Act. Does Not This Explain A Good Deal Of Avant-garde Art?

The Camera May Do Justice To Laughter, But Must Degrade Sorrow.