E. M. Forster

History develops, art stands still.

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

The four characteristics of humanism are curiosity, a free mind, belief in good taste, and belief in the human race.

For an Italian peasant a telegram from anywhere is a wondrous thing; and a cable from the terrestrial paradise of America is not lightly to be disregarded.

America stands for the land of opportunity.

I have a naturally camp sensibility and a camp sense of humour. I love the icons that gay people love.