Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.

I do not believe that any writer has ever exposed this bovarysme, the human will to see things as they are not, more clearly than Shakespeare.

Time past and time future allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time.

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal; bad poets deface what they take, and good poets make it into something better, or at least something different.

Sometimes things become possible if we want them bad enough.

We shall not cease from exploration

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.