And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?

Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in her fingers while she talks. "Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know What life is, you who hold it in your hands"; (slowly twisting the lilac stalks) "You let it flow from you, you let it flow, And youth is cruel, and has no remorse And smiles at situations which it cannot see." I smile, of course, And go on drinking tea.

Do I dare disturb the universe?

You have to risk going too far to discover just how far you can really go.

Mediocre writers borrow; great writers steal.

The immature poet imitates, the mature poet plagiarizes.

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