The act of bell ringing is symbolic of all proselytizing religions. It implies the pointless interference with the quiet of other people.
I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It's listed as part of the poetic training, you know.
A general loathing of a gang or sect usually has some sound basis in instinct.
I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.
Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.
The real trouble with war (modern war) is that it gives no one a chance to kill the right people.
Genius... is the capacity to see ten things where the ordinary man sees one.
I consider criticism merely a preliminary excitement, a statement of things a writer has to clear up in his own head sometime or other, probably antecedent to writing; of no value unless it come to fruit in the created work later.
Nothing written for pay is worth printing. Only what has been written against the market.
Literature does not exist in a vacuum. Writers as such have a definite social function exactly proportional to their ability as writers. This is their main use.
Real education must ultimately be limited to men who insist on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.
Religion, oh, just another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art.
A great age of literature is perhaps always a great age of translations.
The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.
A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.
