Perhaps this very instant is your time.

It is not possible, for a poet, writing in any language, to protect himself from the tragic elements in human life.... [ellipsis in source] Illness, old age, and death--subjects as ancient as humanity--these are the subjects that the poet must speak of very nearly from the first moment that he begins to speak.

True revolutions in art restore more than they destroy.

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.

But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell.

Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier.

The art of one period cannot be approached through the attitudes (emotional or intellectual) of another.