Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

Education is hanging around until you've caught on.

Scholars and artists thrown together are often annoyed at the puzzle of where they differ. Both work from knowledge; but I suspectthey differ most importantly in the way their knowledge is come by. Scholars get theirs with conscientious thoroughness along projected lines of logic; poets theirs cavalierly and as it happens in and out of books. They stick to nothing deliberately, but let what will stick to them like burrs where they walk in the fields.

If the day ever comes when they know who They are, they may know better where they are.

I hate the idea that you ought to read the whole of anybody.

A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.

It's God - I recognised him from Blake's picture.