No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use, Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool.

And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Artistic inevitability lies in the complete adequacy of the external to the emotion.

One starts an action simply because one must do something.

The end is where we start from.

My mind may be American but my heart is British.

That is the worst moment, when you feel you have lost / The desires for all that was most desirable, / Before you are contented with what you can desire; / Before you know what is left to be desired; / And you go on wishing that you could desire / What desire has left behind.