“Small talk comes from small bones.”

The only thing one can give an artist is leisure in which to work. To give an artist leisure is actually to take part in his creation.

The real trouble with war (modern war) is that it gives no one a chance to kill the right people.

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

It doesn’t matter which leg of your table you make first, so long as the table has four legs and will stand up solidly when you have finished it.

Liberty is not a right but a duty.

Humanity is the rich effluvium, it is the waste and the manure and the soil, and from it grows the tree of the arts.

Good art however ‘immoral’ is wholly a thing of virtue. Good art can NOT be immoral. By good art I mean art that bears true witness, I mean the art that is most precise.

The art of letters will come to an end before A.D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity.

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.

She is the kind of girl who makes the smallest moments seem like your greatest adventure.

The smallest act has repercussions for the universe.

No nation in the world has so many drastic problems squeezed into so small a space, under such urgent pressure of time and heavy burden of history, as Israel.

That is the accursed thing about small surroundings — they make the soul small.

I come from Main Street, from a small town that’s really depressed.

I come from a small town in Maryland. I came to California in 1972 to begin Maude.

She had an unequalled gift, especially pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities.

It seems to be that loneliness is a small price to pay for peace and quiet.