I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
Not to want to say, not to know what you want to say, not to be able to say what you think you want to say, and never to stop saying, or hardly ever, that is the thing to keep in mind, even in the heat of composition.
Habit is a compromise effected between an individual and his environment.
It's a rare thing not to have been bonny-- once.
To-morrow, when I wake, or think I do, what shall I say of to-day?
With all this darkness round me I feel less alone.