Whatever you think, be sure it is what you think; whatever you want, be sure that is what you want; whatever you feel, be sure that is what you feel.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown.

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

Every moment is a fresh beginning.

Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.

Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man's gift and that man's scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the aged eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual reign?

Disillusion can become itself an illusion If we rest in it.