Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.
And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end.
The immature poet imitates, the mature poet plagiarizes.
What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.
Poetry is a mug's game.