For no art and no religion is possible until we make allowances, until we manage to keep quiet the enfant terrible of logic that plays havoc with the other faculties.

Till now poets were privileged to insert a certain proportion of nonsense - very far in excess of one-half of one per cent - into their otherwise sober documents.

When critics are waiting to pounce upon poetic style on exactly the same grounds as if it were prose, the poets tremble.

And yet what is Modernism? It is undefined.

But we moderns are impatient and destructive.

God have mercy on the sinner Who must write with no dinner, No gravy and no grub, No pewter and no pub, No bellyand no bowels, Only consonants and vowels.

In all the good Greek of Plato I lack my roastbeef and potato. A better man was Aristotle, Pulling steady on the bottle.

He can develop sense and style, in the manner of distinguished modern prose, in which event he may be sure that the result will not fall into any objective form.

Too much is demanded by the critic, attempted by the poet.

It is a miracle of harmony, of the adaptation of the free inner life to the outward necessity of things.

And how can poetry stand up against its new conditions? Its position is perfectly precarious.

To be a success, dream with open eyes, have faith in your defined purpose, and act with deep love.

Life is for living not achieving.

Enthusiasm is the most important thing in life.

I don't understand it, and I don't like what I don't understand.

There are two things every woman really wants: one, she wants to know that a man really loves her, and two, that he isn't going to stop.

Football is a game designed to keep coal miners off the streets.

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.

It all comes down to money.

I thought we’d turned a corner. Maybe we did, but we hit a brick wall anyway.

So, then, Oxford Street, stonyhearted stepmother, thou that listenest to the sighs of orphans, and drinkest the tears of children, at length I was dismissed from thee.