A man of genius has a right to any mode of expression.

The act of bell ringing is symbolic of all proselytizing religions. It implies the pointless interference with the quiet of other people.

The Image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy.

Genius... is the capacity to see ten things where the ordinary man sees one.

Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.

The technique of infamy is to start two lies at once and get people arguing heatedly over which is the truth.

As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.

The ant's a centaur in his dragon world.

All great art is born of the metropolis.

'Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!

What matters is not the idea a man holds, but the depth at which he holds it.

Books are where the true magic happens.

Always look deep into your soul for the greatest strength.

Gratitude unlocks the door of opportunities, blessing, greatness and prosperity. Gratitude is your key to a worthy life.

That’s what imperialism is all about, shoving your language, religion, culture, and race down others’ throats and telling them that they’re beneath you – and it’s not unique to the West either.

I grew up on a ranch with my father, so he educated us really early on about guns. We used to go target shooting all the time.

It's not enough for an official to be good. There has to be a system that forces them to be good.

You have to make sure there's a lock on your phone because people can hack into your Twitter so fast.

The first time I took acid, I made the decision that I would stay in New York and find an independent film company to get a job with.

There are as many sorts of women as there are women.

That, lad," he said proudly, "was some of the worst poetry I have heard for a long time. It was offensive to the ear and a torrrture to the soul....We'll make a gonnagle out of ye yet!