It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words.
The immature poet imitates, the mature poet plagiarizes.
In my beginning is my end.
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
Mediocre writers borrow; great writers steal.
We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value - a test, it is true, which can only be slowly and cautiously applied, for we are none of us infallible judges of conformity.