If what has happened in the one person were communicated directly to the other, all art would collapse, all the effects of art would disappear.
We hope vaguely but dread precisely.
Two dangers constantly threaten the world: order and disorder.
In poetry everything which must be said is almost impossible to say well.
The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.
Growing nations should remember that, in nature, no tree, though placed in the best conditions of light, soil, and plot, can continue to grow and spread indefinitely.