Anger is the most useless emotion," Henchick intoned, "destructive to the mind and hurtful to the heart.
Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you
The Eyes are the window to your soul
What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.
There are three people in yourself - who people think you are, who you think you are, and who you really are.
New friends may be poems but old friends are alphabets. Don't forget the alphabets because you will need them to read the poems.
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
. . . somebody has to take governments' place, and business seems to me to be a logical entity to do it.
When you take into public ownership a profitable industry the profits soon disappear. The goose that laid the golden eggs goes broody. State geese are not great layers.
Everyone would like to play in their hometown, but right now I like Cincinnati, I like the way it's going. I'm happy.
It is the artist's function not to copy but to synthesise: to eliminate from that gross confusion of actuality which is his raw material whatever is accidental, idle, irrelevant, and select for perpetuation that only which is appropriate and immortal.