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I suppose some editors are failed writers; but so are most writers.
All cases are unique and very similar to others.
For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice.
The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying.
Footfalls echo in the memory down the passage which we did not take towards the door we never opened into the rose-garden.
In my beginning is my end.
People exercise an unconscious selection in being influenced.
It's not wise to violate rules until you know how to observe them.
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.
A people without history is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern of timeless moments.
Business today consists in persuading crowds.
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value -- a test, it is true, which can only be slowly and cautiously applied, for we are none of us infallible judges of conformity.
Birth, copulation and death. That's all the facts when you come to the brass tacks.
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be: am an attendant lord, one that will do to swell a progress, start a scene or two, advise the prince.
There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.
When a poet's mind is perfectly equipped for its work, it is constantly amalgamating disparate experiences.
For every life and every act consequence of good and evil can be shown and as in time results of many deeds are blended so good and evil in the end become confounded.
What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.
We might remind ourselves that criticism is as inevitable as breathing, and that we should be none the worse for articulating what passes in our minds when we read a book and feel an emotion about it, for criticizing our own minds in their work of criticism.
Do I dare disturb the universe?
Liberty is a different kind of pain from prison.
And what the dead had no speech for, when living, they can tell you, being dead: the communication of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
It seems just possible that a poem might happen to a very young man: but a poem is not poetry --That is a life.
The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.