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

Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness.

There is not a more repulsive spectacle than on old man who will not forsake the world, which has already forsaken him.

Now that the lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

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.

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