Be not cheap or mediocre in desiring.

Nothing written for pay is worth printing. Only what has been written against the market.

Until you know who has lent what to whom, you know nothing whatever of politics, you know nothing whatever of history, you know nothing of international wrangles.

'Tis not need we know our every thought Or see the work shop where each mask is wrought Wherefrom we view the world of box and pit, Careless of wear, just so the mask shall fit And serve our jape's turn for a night or two.

Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.

And the betrayers of language ...... n and the press gang And those who had lied for hire; The perverts, the perverters of language, the perverts, who have set money-lust Before the pleasures of the senses; howling, as of a hen-yard in a printing-house, the clatter of presses, the blowing of dry dust and stray paper, foetor, sweat, the stench of stale oranges.

People find ideas a bore because they do not distinguish between live ones and stuffed ones on a shelf.