Perhaps this very instant is your time.

Perhaps this very instant is your time.

The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?

Stupidity always accompanies evil. Or evil, stupidity.

I don't like quintessential certitude.

The poem is always the last resort. In it the poet makes a world in little, and finds peace, even though, under complete focused emotion, the evocation be far more bitter than reality, or far more lovely.

Intellectuals range through the finest gradations of kind and quality: from those who are merely educated neurotics, usually with strong hidden reactionary tendencies, through mediocrities of all kinds, to men of real brains and sensibility, more or less stiffened into various respectabilities or substitutes for respectability. The number of Ignorant Specialists is large. The number of hysterics and compulsives is also large.