“The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.”

I would hold the rosy, slender fingers of the dawn for you.

Any damn fool can be spontaneous.

A civilized man is one who will give a serious answer to a serious question. Civilization itself is a certain sane balance of values.

Wars in old times were made to get slaves. The modern implement of imposing slavery is debt.

Seems fairly clear that you fix a breed by LIMITING the amount of alien infiltration. You make a race by homogeneity and by avoiding in breeding, No argument has ever been sprouted against it. You like it in dogs and horses.

USURY is the cancer of the world, which only the surgeon’s knife of Fascism can cut out of the life of the nations.

When words cease to cling close to things, kingdoms fall, empires wane and diminish.

The sum of human wisdom is not contained in any one language, and no single language is capable of expressing all forms and degrees of human comprehension.

No man understands a deep book until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.

To break the pentameter, that was the first heaven.

There is no reason why the same man should like the same books at eighteen and at forty-eight.

The worst mistake I made was that stupid, suburban prejudice of anti-Semitism.

A man’s hope measures his civilization. The attainability of the hope measures, or may measure, the civilization of his nation and time.

Why fight for a flag when you can buy one for a nickel.

A classic is classic not because it conforms to certain structural rules, or fits certain definitions It is classic because of a certain eternal and irrepressible freshness.

I did not enter into silence. Silence captured me.

Even in a crowd, you are alone inside your own head.

The only thing you can do to lead a crowd is prove your passion to them.

But there are definitely pros and cons. You could also look at it as bringing in a more diverse crowd.

I would rather stand alone in the light of truth than in the crowd filled with error.

Lampard’s not the first player to run to the crowd with lips over his mouth.

I could live in the woods with thee in sight, Where never should human foot intrude: Or with thee find light in the darkest night, And a social crowd in solitude.

After a prosperous, but to me very wearisome, voyage, we came at last into port.

The ambitious will always be first in the crowd; he presseth forward, he looketh not behind him. More anguish is it to his mind to see one before him, than joy to leave thousands at a distance.