The cliché is dead poetry. English, being the language of an imaginative race, abounds in clichés, so that English literature is always in danger of being poisoned by its own secretions.

Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death.

Poets and painters are outside the class system, or rather they constitute a special class of their own, like the circus people and the Gypsies.

We soon cease to feel the grief at the deaths of our friends, yet we continue to the end of our lives to miss them. They are still with us in their absence.

One of the marks of a great poet is that he creates his own family of words and teaches them to live together in harmony and to help one another.

The only test of work of literature is that it shall please other ages than its own.

The cliché is dead poetry. English, being the language of an imaginative race, abounds in clichés, so that English literature is always in danger of being poisoned by its own secretions.