If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.

It seems just possible that a poem might happen to a very young man: but a poem is not poetry -That is a life.

He laughed like an irresponsible foetus.

The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows, Are proud and implacable, passionate foes; It is always the same, wherever one goes. And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say that they do not like fighting, will often display Every symptom of wanting to join in the fray. And they Bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you can hear them all over the park.

Genuine blasphemy, genuine in spirit and not purely verbal, is the product of partial belief, and is as impossible to the complete atheist as to the perfect Christian.

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

That meddling in other people's affairs...formerly conducted by the most discreet intrigue is now openly advocated under the name of intervention.