Writing Was A Chimney For My Blazing

A Nation Has Honor Precisely As It Has Fleas - On This Or That Body. The Statesman Who Talks Of Honor - Unless He Means Something Else, Quite Different - Is A Rogue.

A Minor Symptom Of Wars Is The Cancerous Growth Of Committees.

Not Literature Alone, But Society Itself Is Wormed And Rotten When Language Ceases To Be Respected Not Merely By Advertisers And Politicians, But By Persons Of Learning And Authority.

Language Is Memory And Metaphor.

Nothing Lasts. Not Even A Great Sorrow.