I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.

The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours.

The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique, utterly different from that from which it was torn; the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion.

We are not here to triumph by fighting, by strata gem, or by resistance, not to fight with beasts as men. We have fought the beast and have conquered. We have only to conquer now, by suffering. This is the easier victory.

The historical sense compels a man to write not merely with his own generation in his bones, but with a feeling that the whole of literature from Homer and within it the whole of the literature of his own country has a simultaneous existence and composes a simultaneous order.

When comparing works of art, it is important that the art itself, and not the artists, be considered.