Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

Nearly everybody is looking for something brave to do. I don't know why people shouldn't write poetry. That's brave.

A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.

Life is tons of discipline.

There are two kinds of teachers: the kind that fill you with so much quail shot that you can't move, and the kind that just gives you a little prod behind and you jump to the skies.

The Armful For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once Yet nothing I should care to leave behind. With all I have to hold with hand and mind And heart, if need be, I will do my best. To keep their building balanced at my breast. I crouch down to prevent them as they fall; Then sit down in the middle of them all. I had to drop the armful in the road And try to stack them in a better load.

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.