There is no escape from metre; there is only mastery.
I had seen birth and death but had thought they were different.
Art never improves, but... the material of art is never quite the same.
The work of creation is never without travail.
We have all our private terrors, our particular shadows, our secret fears. We are afraid in a fear which we cannot face, which none understands, and our hearts are torn from us, our brains unskinned like the layers of an onion, ourselves the last.
It is worth while dying, to find out what life is.