To become what you are not, behave as you do not.

When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

The immature poet imitates, the mature poet plagiarizes.

He is haunted by a demon, a demon against which he feels powerless, because in its first manifestation it has no face, no name, nothing; and the words, the poem he makes, are a kind of exorcism of this demon.

The only way of expressing emotion in the form of art is by finding an "objective correlative"; in other words, a set of objects, a situation, a chain of events which shall be the formula for that particular emotion; such that when the external facts, which must terminate in sensory experience, are given, the emotion is immediately evoked.

Knowledge is invariably a matter of degree: you cannot put your finger upon even the simplest datum and say this we know.