Stand on the highest pavement of the stair- Lean on a garden urn- Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

If you find examples of humanism which are anti-religious, or at least in opposition to the religious faith of the place and time, then such humanism is purely destructive, for it has never found anything to replace what it has destroyed.

There is no such thing as a lost cause, because there is no such thing as a gained cause

In the last few years everything I'd done up to sixty or so has seemed very childish.

Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.

With Cats, some say, one rule is true: Don’t speak till you are spoken to. Myself, I do not hold with that — I say, you should ad-dress a Cat. But always keep in mind that he Resents familiarity. I bow, and taking off my hat, Ad-dress him in this form: O Cat! But if he is the Cat next door, Whom I have often met before (He comes to see me in my flat) I greet him with an oopsa Cat! I think I've heard them call him James — But we've not got so far as names.

Each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling.