Camels are snobbish and sheep, unintelligent; water buffaloes, neurasthenic-- even murderous. Reindeer seem over-serious.

As for butterflies, I can hardly conceive of one's attending upon you; but to question the congruence of the complement is vain, if it exists.

Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.

Your thorns are the best part of you.

Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.

Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.

Omissions are not accidents.

The hands are the heart's messengers.

The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.

When one cannot appraise out of one's own experience, the temptation to blunder is minimized, but even when one can, appraisal seems chiefly useful as appraisal of the appraiser.

Conscious writing can be the death of poetry.

I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as a plant and rose to animal, I died as an animal and I was Man.Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

Sleep ... peace of the soul who put-test care to flight.

I don't use many apps. I use naps.

Let's hope the Boston Marathon bomber is a white American.

A labyrinthine man never seeks the truth, but only his Ariadne.

The soft complaining flute, In dying notes, discovers The woes of hopeless lovers.

If time be a ring of gold, opportunity is the rich diamond that gives it both its value and glory.

I don't stop at my past; I like new work. I like what I'm doing tomorrow.

I am always crazy for hot women. I am like a rabbit. I could do it anytime, anywhere.

Poor man. Poor mankind.