All progressions from a higher to a lower order are marked by ruins and mystery and a residue of nameless rage.

I'm not interested in writing short stories. Anything that doesn't take years of your life and drive you to suicide hardly seems worth doing.

Perhaps$$$ after all$$$ America never has been discovered. I myself would say that it had merely been detected.

When you're out of willpower$$$ you can call on stubbornness.

Machinery which is not used is not capital.

Religion is the impotence of the human mind to deal with occurrences it cannot understand.

Misfortune nobly born is good fortune.

Whatever anyone does or says$$$ I must be emerald and keep my colour.

Our life is what our thoughts make it.

There are two ways to dislike poetry: One is to dislike it; the other is to read Pope.