Friendship should be more than biting time can sever.

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

It is worth while dying, to find out what life is.

We can say of Shakespeare, that never has a man turned so little knowledge to such great account.

What we know of other people's only our memory of the moments during which we knew them.

Trying to use words, and every attempt Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure Because one has only learnt to get the better of words For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate With shabby equipment always deteriorating In the general mess of imprecision of feeling.

I've been born, and once is enough.