Nor is there wanting in the press Some spirit to stand simply forth, Heroic in it nakedness, Against the uttermost of earth. The tale of earth's unhonored things Sounds nobler there than 'neath the sun; And the mind whirls and the heart sings, And a shout greets the daring one.
Don't be an agnostic. Be something.
I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.
Style is less the man than the way a man takes himself.
All there is to writing is having ideas. To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.
The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.